“ that’s so cool, it’s awesome when parents support the hobbies of their kids !!!” a pause and her eyes light up. “ i to-TALLY remember that fundraiser. the guy with the uh-” her hands move to somehow motion abstractly to her facial region. “ the uh- seven piercings made weed brownies….that was an interesting day….” she’d hid in the library that day - well not hid. that’s just where she generally resided during lunch, but elizabeth distinctly remembered some kid( who clearly had never been exposed to weed ) giggling in the Shakespeare section of the library…. “but at least you got your cameras though !!! and cake pops are the BEST a chocolate cake pop. with chocolate icing. that’s what i want. and then an americano with as many espresso shots as they can legally give me.”
“ i like the aesthetic of photography. the capture of a single moment. sometimes moments that the human mind can’t even catch on it’s own. genuine happiness found in the smile of someone mid laugh. or the tongue of a frog extending to catch a fly. it’s amazing….i mean and who doesn’t love selfies- oh my god, that totally sounded fake….didn’t it ??? ” the final bell rang, clearly not expected given the sudden jump liz responded with,
yeah, it’s cool. it’s cool until your parents start to annoy you, then everything they do starts to annoy you and so on——— he knew his parents meant well, but damn, they could be so fucking overbearing at times. ‘ yeah, that... wasn’t supposed to happen. but in the end i guess it helped; we ended up with just enough money to buy those new cameras and supplies, so... ‘ he smiles, shoulders rolling into a SHRUG. he chuckles at her comment. ‘ oh yeah? i prefer the strawberry kind... and a mug of hot chocolate. or just plain black coffee if i’m feeling tired. ‘ he drops his hands to his sides, forcing them into his pockets.
‘ i can agree with you on that. that’s why i DO it. as we get older &. we start to forget things, we can’t just dig around inside our heads for old memories, but we CAN, however, crack open a photo album and see every little detail of our lives. some think it’s overbearing, i think it’s preparing my memory vault. ‘ he pointed to his head, as if to show her the figurative vault resting inside of his head with a smile. ‘ i-it didn’t sound fake. i don’t usually hear answers like that——— as a matter of fact, i very seldom talk to anyone. ‘ he was just about to pull out his photo album and show her some shots he had taken around town when the bell rang, causing him to jump &. sending him WHIRLING into a realization that he had skipped his entire english class and spent that time talking to lizzie.
‘ monet’s it is. i can drive. ‘
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