Jayme Carter

“guess what? first year with no church.” a soft smile graced his features. “you should be pleased, jay.”

“No parents to drag us.. that’s a silver lining, alright.” Hummed quietly, as if lost in thought. “No parents to buy us chocolate either.”

“kind of ironic, thought​, innit?” benny had an airy kind of voice, a bit flighty, like he couldn’t quite make his voice keep up with where his thoughts ran. “the only people i’ve ever heard ranting to strangers about religion are priests and right wing fanatics.” the boy had to think about his question for a second, picking back up the pink blended drink he wore like am accessory and slurping on the straw. “well– people tend to call me benny, but if you want to know my name you’d have to promise not to laugh. and not in a fake way, you’d have to really promise.”

“sharing isn’t my style, then.” she said; dahlia didn’t seem to have a glance to spare for him, rather aloof and instead focusing on the chocolate bar she had grabbed out of an old woman’s purse that morning. “–you assume a lot. i don’t believe in any god, and i don’t want to have a conversation about popularized mythos with you. that’s more of a third base conversation.”

benny scrunched his mouth up to the side, chewing on his lip, and then dug into his pockets. there was the clattering of shells and rocks and bottle caps before he gave up, frowning just slightly. “i don’t think i’ve got any. i don’t like chocolate. do you want a jolly rancher? it’s green apple.” he wasn’t completely present, his mind on ten other things and a world away, but he held out his hand flat with the jolly rancher on his palm anyway. the way he saw it, he had three others, so why not share?

dahlia, steadily unmoved, watched the boy’s drama and turned back to her phone, popping another piece of the hershey’s bar into her mouth. “i taught five kids to say please​ when asking for something, you’ll have to do better than that.”

Salem: i have no idea what literally means

Salem: i just say it because american white girls do

Salem: is that bad?

Jayme: It's an adverb

Jayme: 'In a literal manner or sense; exactly'