Caveman VS Cigarette!
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Java wondered the halls of Torrington with a smile, humming some meaningless tune under his breath as he walked. He was having a very good day! There hadn't been very many messes for him to clean up today, and there had been an abundance of food left over after lunch, so he'd gotten to eat a lot more than he usually did!
"Java full." He sighed contentedly. It was definitely a good day for Java. But as he opened a door to the outside and began his way around a building, he froze in his tracks.
"Smoke?!" Java panicked, eyes widening. Coming from just around the corner was tendrils of smoke. And smoke obviously meant fire! The caveman broke into a run, sliding around the corner. "Where fire?!" He demanded loudly, searching for flames. But he found no fire, strangely. All he saw was a boy, with a white stick hanging from his mouth… And it was the source of the smoke!
"Hey, what's your problem?" The teen grumbled, staring suspiciously up at the taller male. The stick dangled lightly from his mouth.
"Smoke!" Java yelled again, snatching the stick from the boy. He immediately dropped it and began to stomp on it, even after it had gone out.
The teen watched with wide eyes, shaking his head. "You're such a psycho! Fine, I won't smoke on school grounds! Geeze!" He then stalked off in huff, grumbling about 'insane janitors' and 'stupid rules'.
Java watched him walk away, confused to no end. He lifted his foot to examine the white stick he had stomped into the ground. It was no longer giving off smoke, to Java's relief. But as he stared at the back of the rapidly disappearing teen, he shook his head in wonderment.
There were just some things about the future that he would NEVER understand…
