It's all about perspective

This is the opening page to a piece that I'm working on. It's been more difficult for me to complete because I'm writing it from the perspective of a college guy, and quite frankly, I'm guessing wrong most of the time when I try to decipher them. Here goes, anyway.

****************************************************

Marley says there’s a movie quote for every situation in her life. She’s always saying bullshit like that. Usually, I ignore her, but after being stuck in campus construction traffic for 45 minutes, my patience is worn through. Every situation? Really, Marley? Yeah, Jake, she answers. Pretty much.

How about now? I challenge. We’re sitting at the kitchen table in our sparsely decorated college apartment. None of the four chairs match. The floor is spotted with debris of varying sizes, popcorn kernels, Bud cans, the occasional bobby pin or bit of a broken leaf. This place is shit, I tell her. What quote comes to mind for that?

She pauses. Always pauses with her. She’s always thinking about something. Or maybe she isn’t. Maybe she’s just pretending to think, for the attractive dramatic element of it or some other bullshit she read in Cosmo last month.

There’s a muffled thud of a knock at the door. She seizes the opportunity and pronounces, life is like a box of chocolates, Jake. You never know what you’re gonna get. With that, she tosses her blonde hair over her shoulder and prances out of the room. No, really, prances. You’d think she was a fucking show dog or something.

I turn the door handle to find Shepherd holding a twelve pack in one hand and a plastic grocery bag in the other, the most prominent item displayed through the pearly sheen being a box of Trojans.

What’s up, Shep, I ask, moving out of the way so he can step into the living room. What I don’t say, and want to, is why do you have to be so damn obvious when you come over to fuck my sister? Can’t you at least get the brown paper sacks so I don’t have to witness the multicolored rubbers you put on before she starts screaming, you complete me? But I don’t say it. One of these days, maybe, but not today. There’s a game on, and plus, he brought beer.