SINGULARITY.

“gimme one, then.” harry laughed, looking at the doughnuts his friend had. “dude, read a book. but nah, he’s this sick british guy, talks all fancy-like. i’d never cheat on you, you’ve got my word.” he nodded, hand on his own chest as if to confirm it. “i’m just happy to see you, man. but no smoking in the house, alright?”

“well, of course! you’ll always get one, you’re my best buddy.”, he smiled at him before offering up the box. “oh, i’ve.. i’ve never heard of them. he must be a loser or something, no offense.”, he chewed his lip before nodding. “fine, i guess i can trust you again..”, another playful gasp escaped his lips before he shook his head. “harold! what in the world makes you think i smoked inside? i’m not disrespectful, y’know. i smoked in the backyard.. where all the fresh air is.”

“ of course, i heard it. you weren’t exactly being quiet, ” rylan teased with a laugh. his gaze shifted from the boy to the box of doughnuts before speaking, “ now, you’ve got to share with me. it’s just the rules of life. ”

“ oh? well, you didn’t have to say it like that! you could have shushed me..”, he trailed off, giggling softly as he looked up to him. “i’ve got to? i don’t gotta do anything! but.. because you’re so handsome.. i will share with you.”, he giggled sheepishly, holding out the box to him.

although it was his original plan to just ignore the other’s ramblings and mind his own business, he couldn’t ignore the question. “ i heard the entire thing, ” he admitted with a nod, remaining expressionless as he sipped slowly at the red cup in his hand. “ but don’t worry, i’ve seen a lot weirder tonight. but i will tell everyone what i just witnessed unless you give me one. ”

“i heard all of it and i loved every single second of it it,” ainsley exclaimed, bounding over to slide in next to chance. “did you seriously bring doughnuts with you to a party? that’s the smartest thing i’ve ever heard of anyone doing ever. could i have one pretty please? i have nothing to offer but the rest of this bottle of wine.” she waved the bottle with one hand, a tiny pout forming at her lips.

harry was wandering around, trying to find his brother when he overhead the rather intimate declaration of love behind him. turning to see chance, he tried to hold in his laughter. “w-what? no, none of it. not a single world, shakespeare.” 

realizing who was standing in front of him, an even wider smile grew on his face. “hey! oh, harry! buddy!”, he exclaimed, getting up and heading to him, doughnuts in hand. “uh, huh? who’s this shakespeare person? are you best friend cheating on me?”,  he gasped playfully, putting a hand on his chest. “why are you laughing at me? what’s so funny, mister? i’ve done nothing wrong!”, he told him, frowning as he did.

“eh, i’m not saying that. i’m just saying they don’t get to come to the station with me in the morning, if they get to stay until morning. all the girls? all the girls and the boys, don’t you think? i’m just messing with you, chance. of course, all the special treatment in the world for you, and you only.”

“well, aren’t you just a little player? got plans for your visitors and all that, i see. oh? well, i stand corrected. all the girls and the boys, that’s much better. really? you’d really give me special treatment? how do i know you’re not just playing me like your visitors?”

“because you’re short? no! not even close! i was thinking along the lines of you arrange flowers well, so maybe you could arrange other things well? i don’t know, don’t mind me.”

“i was only kidding,  yeppeun agassi! being short can be somewhat of a gift. it only becomes a problem when tall people decide to put their two cents in. i’m more than willing to help you! flower arranging is my thing but that doesn’t mean i don’t like a good bit of interior designing. leave it to me!”

“or what, you’ll cry? yeah, well, you’re actin’ like a bitch. you can’t just cry everytime someone says shit you don’t like, or else you’ll crumble constantly and get no where. like, do you have anything going for you?”

“wh-what? no! i’m not gonna cry again.. just don’t call me any names. i haven’t done anything to you.. well, what do you mean? i’ve got my shop and my pride. sh-should i have something else on my plate?”

“ that’s awful !! and totally unfair for her to say, it’s not like she’s the best speller in the world or anything. you should have told her, i’m very sorry to hear that miss but if that’s the case then you should find somewhere else to get your beautiful flowers. and then take her picture and post it on the banned customers wall with her name spelled wrong on purpose. ”

“so, let me get this right…you fucking cried? for 20 minutes? because some lady got mad that you didn’t spell her shitty name right? i didn’t realise tallow was holding auditions for the biggest bitch of the year.”

“hey! don’t call me any names, thank you very much. i unfortunately intimidate easy and she caught me at a bad moment and my first reaction was to cry. it isn’t one of my proudest moments but there’s no need to call me names..”

“it’s a hard no from me, sport. i definitely do not snore, nor was there anyone to contribute to the said snoring. you’re not crazy? isn’t that normally what crazy people say in attempt to prove they’re normal? damn, i was just kidding, but now i really gotta’ get you a trophy. purely for the fact that you’re kissing my ass right now. i don’t think so–i like to go above and beyond. especially for my cutie number one fan.”

“i mean, that’s surprising. big radio guy not having any late night visitors? i figured you’d have all the girls at your feet or something. i guess i was mistaken.. kissing your- i’m not! i genuinely listen to your show. what, is it weird to have a fan or something? i’m not just saying that for brownie points and nor do i really want brownie points. and besides, i wouldn’t find myself complaining if it was the other way around. a number one fan gets special treatment, right?”

“see, i knew i could count on you,” she enthused, leaning against the counter as she watched him work. “right. i feel like if you base your work on what you think other people want to see, you’ll just screw yourself over in the end. music is all about experimentation and growth. also, what’s not to say you won’t gain new fans that love your new work? i just feel like the criticism that comes from it is so unnecessary. if you really do love an artist that much you’d want them to do what they feel is best for their sound.” musing over his question, she could only offer a shrug. “just a thought that i had. i’m also writing some music, so it’s not like it came out of nowhere. things just feel a bit precipitous with the band. what kind of flowers are those?”

“i wasn’t snoring–please. just sitting straight up in the chair passed out, breathing softly and quietly, like a complete angel. you were listening this morning? damn, you’re my number one fan. i’ve gotta’ get you a little trophy, cutie.”

“hm, i dunno, i could have sworn i heard snoring.. maybe you’ve just got a snoring dog in your studio or something.  i know i’m not crazy.. what? n-number one fan? oh! i mean.. maybe i am. i really do enjoy listening to your station around my shop. you’ve got good taste. a trophy? i-is all of that really necessary? you’ve already called me cute, i believe that’s enough.”