Jeepers!

A-Am I the only one who thinks mother’s day shopping is hard?

"yes. My mother has a list prepared for me weeks in advance.”

“Uh… I guess you can sit. I’m not going to guarantee conversation, though.”

“Great. I’m not looking for one.”

“Quick question. How do you tell your parents you failed your Italian class when both of them speak fluent Italian?”

“You don’t. Burn your report card and pretend it never happened.”

“People were looking at me like I was the first person they’d ever seen with a box of doughnuts on the beach,” Dion continued, paying little attention to if the person that had fell victim to his rambling was actually listening to him. “Speaking of, I need to ask you a question. Are half-doughnuts a ridiculous idea? Say I made one side red velvet, the other side… I don’t know, strawberry. Straight down the middle, the flavor changes. That wouldn’t be too ‘out there’, right?”

“I don’t get how anyone thought that was weird. This is California. Yesterday there was a man in a full green spandex suit like the ones that cover your face. Knees to his chest letting the current wash over him. I mean maybe I was just overly crossed but wouldn’t put it past the folks here to do something like that. We’re all high or drunk most of the time.” He was in a particularly rambly mood today. Elijah raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “You find the weirdest things weird. I think that’d sell faster than hotcakes. I love trying out new donuts so being able to buy two in one. That’s a fucking steal.”

“Hmm?” Kiara half-heartedly replied, flipping through a notebook with a slight frown and clearly not paying much attention. “Uh huh. Ain’t that a bite?”

“Oh I just love blabbering to you! The lack of acknowledgement is so evocative. Like I’m right back home with my mom.”

His job included scouting out possible targets for his boss. He’d been leaning against this wall for an hour now just watching the owner of the car to see how careful he was. It would be an easy steal. He kicked a can and killed the cigarette on the ground under his shoe. He watched the man wipe his headlights before getting into his car.

Daphne was sitting on bench for about 20 minutes now. She was reading her book for class when she noticed a boy’s obvious interest in the stranger’s car. When the man left, she too got up to leave in order to let the boy think he was out of everyone’s sight but once he got into the car, Daphne found it her duty to mock the boy’s, in her opinion, poor attempt. So as stealthy as a mouse, she walked right over to the driver’s side and knocked on the head of the car. “He may be a square but you’ll find yourself in a metal square if you’re not more careful. Where’s your shades, sunshine?” The cocky redhead said, casually leaning her weight on the side of the car. “Oh, wait. I’m sorry I must be mistaken. Was your goal to get caught. That you’re very good at.”

Gotta say, it’s weird being back here in Nowheresville.  It’s like nothing’s changed.

      “I don’t know where you’ve been but if your calling this place Nowheresville I’m ready to pack my bags and move over to your other home.”