uhhh... I reaaaaally had no other ideas for the title of this story.... I was thinking about tree
people being savage in their nature. uhh.. a bit far fetched... Humm... well... when I think
of something better, I'll change this title... -.-;;
umm.. inspired by killing a tree? ahahah... no, inspired by visiting a really bizare gas
station and some experiences I had while shopping... ^^;;
umm.. there's some weird vocabulary in here... is there a name for the person who bags
gorceries, other than 'baggie guy'?
Part 1 one a two part series... an instant death sentence for this fic... but this one will
hopefully be completed, since 1/2 of part 2 is already written. hopefully... *_*;
*warning: this contains OOC Another sad attempt at humor... -.-;; humor is not my style..
it always comes out... confusing and forced....-.-;;
Standard disclaimers apply.
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Kill a Tree
by Rubie aka Jenn
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"Twelve ninety five."
The boy nodded absentmindedly and fished a credit card out of his wallet. He was going
to be late returning home, but he had to stop at the gas station. Cold weather didn't help
his internal glands. Then he saw the bags of chips from the small store and...
He sighed loudly. The cashier watched at him suspiciously through his blond hair, and the
baggie lady glared at him viciously. The boy quickly diverted his gaze to the neon sign
outside the window.
SMOG CHECK CHEAP.
humm.... He must be really bored reading this.
GADDETH DOES A GOOD JOB.
He would hope so.
GADDETH IS HARD WORKING.
Overkill....
GADDETH IS CUTE.
What?
GADDETH IS 20.
What is this?
GADDETH NEEDS A GIRLFRIEND.
Eh?!
PLEASE HELP GADDETH.
No way...
"Oh, if you're interested, Gaddeth is really 55," the cashier said causally.
The boy blinked, "No.. I... what?!"
"He's my dad," the young man rolled his eyes skyward. "Don't ask me how he got my
mom."
He desperately tried to choke back a cough with limited success. "That's okay. I think I'm
perfectly fine right now."
The blonde man gave him a condescending pat on the head, "Don't worry, kid, you'll
have another chance."
He was never going to come back to this gas station again. *Ever.
He nodded obediently, hoping that would remove the man's hand from his head. But that
failed to do the job. The man continued to stare at him.... predatorily? He needed coffee.
It was too late at night. He needed his room, a nice hot bath. No, and some aspirin. And
maybe a couple of chocolate bars. Then he was going to call a lawyer, and...
"Would you like to kill a tree or pollute the environment?"
He blinked again. "What?"
The baggie lady just glared. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and adjusted his shirt
collar.
The cashier sighed. "Hitomi, why don't you just say, 'paper or plastic' like everybody
else?"
She shifted her glare to the blonde man. "Because, Allen-san, I don't believe in
sugar-coating my words at one am in the morning working the night shift trying to earn
enough money because your dad is a horrible pinch fist and I need money to regurgitate
my pay check and my term paper to the oh so hellishly angelic Mr. Administrator Folken
Fanel's alter and wordship his boots so I can complete my four year term without having
to spend the rest of my life grilling cheeseburgers." The jade eyed girl paused and took a
deep breath.
"Cheeseburgers are good," the man named Allen mused.
"Then eat beans," Hitomi responded.
"I fail to see the connection."
"So do I."
"You need chocolate, Hitomi."
"Shut up."
The boy cleared his throat uncomfortably. He was definitely never coming back here
again. "May I have my groceries?"
"With a 200% tip, of course," Hitomi's voice was laced with sugar.
"I already paid for that," he protested.
"I know." An uncomfortably sweet smile.
He cleared his throat again and fumbled with his dark hair. No, he could leave right now.
Groceries didn't really matter. Just a simple step towards the door, and then flee to the
car, and then...
"You're not getting your credit card back either," the girl smiled with all her teeth.
What????
End of part 1
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Gomennasi! This fic is..... *sigh... I haven't eaten since 9 this morning.. umm.. bad
excuse.. but... -.-;;
An AU fic which focuses on people in kinda normal lives. humm.. its really weird
though..... my mind is doing strange things.... ^^;; As always, comments, questions, or
concerns welcome!
umm.. White Lie is finished... but its so bad I'm not even going to post it... If anyone
wants to read it, email me and I'll give you a copy... I think I'm beginning to abuse those
oneshots....
humm.. you're right Rebecca-san, they do all seem to fit Folken. ^_^;; but he's too cool!
they all turn out kinda Folken-ish... For some reason, I always wanna make Folken
suicidal... -.-;; donnuo why....
umm.. piano merit exams tomorrow and the next week. Term paper due the week after...
humm... probably will be in a comatose state for about a month... gomennasi! I haven't
been reviewing any stories lately or updating the archive. I updated some links... etc... but
nothing is loaded... then I ran off to work on my stories... urgggg!! Gomennasi! You have
every reason to beat me with an apple... I mean.... key board... uhh... .
people being savage in their nature. uhh.. a bit far fetched... Humm... well... when I think
of something better, I'll change this title... -.-;;
umm.. inspired by killing a tree? ahahah... no, inspired by visiting a really bizare gas
station and some experiences I had while shopping... ^^;;
umm.. there's some weird vocabulary in here... is there a name for the person who bags
gorceries, other than 'baggie guy'?
Part 1 one a two part series... an instant death sentence for this fic... but this one will
hopefully be completed, since 1/2 of part 2 is already written. hopefully... *_*;
*warning: this contains OOC Another sad attempt at humor... -.-;; humor is not my style..
it always comes out... confusing and forced....-.-;;
Standard disclaimers apply.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Kill a Tree
by Rubie aka Jenn
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Twelve ninety five."
The boy nodded absentmindedly and fished a credit card out of his wallet. He was going
to be late returning home, but he had to stop at the gas station. Cold weather didn't help
his internal glands. Then he saw the bags of chips from the small store and...
He sighed loudly. The cashier watched at him suspiciously through his blond hair, and the
baggie lady glared at him viciously. The boy quickly diverted his gaze to the neon sign
outside the window.
SMOG CHECK CHEAP.
humm.... He must be really bored reading this.
GADDETH DOES A GOOD JOB.
He would hope so.
GADDETH IS HARD WORKING.
Overkill....
GADDETH IS CUTE.
What?
GADDETH IS 20.
What is this?
GADDETH NEEDS A GIRLFRIEND.
Eh?!
PLEASE HELP GADDETH.
No way...
"Oh, if you're interested, Gaddeth is really 55," the cashier said causally.
The boy blinked, "No.. I... what?!"
"He's my dad," the young man rolled his eyes skyward. "Don't ask me how he got my
mom."
He desperately tried to choke back a cough with limited success. "That's okay. I think I'm
perfectly fine right now."
The blonde man gave him a condescending pat on the head, "Don't worry, kid, you'll
have another chance."
He was never going to come back to this gas station again. *Ever.
He nodded obediently, hoping that would remove the man's hand from his head. But that
failed to do the job. The man continued to stare at him.... predatorily? He needed coffee.
It was too late at night. He needed his room, a nice hot bath. No, and some aspirin. And
maybe a couple of chocolate bars. Then he was going to call a lawyer, and...
"Would you like to kill a tree or pollute the environment?"
He blinked again. "What?"
The baggie lady just glared. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and adjusted his shirt
collar.
The cashier sighed. "Hitomi, why don't you just say, 'paper or plastic' like everybody
else?"
She shifted her glare to the blonde man. "Because, Allen-san, I don't believe in
sugar-coating my words at one am in the morning working the night shift trying to earn
enough money because your dad is a horrible pinch fist and I need money to regurgitate
my pay check and my term paper to the oh so hellishly angelic Mr. Administrator Folken
Fanel's alter and wordship his boots so I can complete my four year term without having
to spend the rest of my life grilling cheeseburgers." The jade eyed girl paused and took a
deep breath.
"Cheeseburgers are good," the man named Allen mused.
"Then eat beans," Hitomi responded.
"I fail to see the connection."
"So do I."
"You need chocolate, Hitomi."
"Shut up."
The boy cleared his throat uncomfortably. He was definitely never coming back here
again. "May I have my groceries?"
"With a 200% tip, of course," Hitomi's voice was laced with sugar.
"I already paid for that," he protested.
"I know." An uncomfortably sweet smile.
He cleared his throat again and fumbled with his dark hair. No, he could leave right now.
Groceries didn't really matter. Just a simple step towards the door, and then flee to the
car, and then...
"You're not getting your credit card back either," the girl smiled with all her teeth.
What????
End of part 1
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Gomennasi! This fic is..... *sigh... I haven't eaten since 9 this morning.. umm.. bad
excuse.. but... -.-;;
An AU fic which focuses on people in kinda normal lives. humm.. its really weird
though..... my mind is doing strange things.... ^^;; As always, comments, questions, or
concerns welcome!
umm.. White Lie is finished... but its so bad I'm not even going to post it... If anyone
wants to read it, email me and I'll give you a copy... I think I'm beginning to abuse those
oneshots....
humm.. you're right Rebecca-san, they do all seem to fit Folken. ^_^;; but he's too cool!
they all turn out kinda Folken-ish... For some reason, I always wanna make Folken
suicidal... -.-;; donnuo why....
umm.. piano merit exams tomorrow and the next week. Term paper due the week after...
humm... probably will be in a comatose state for about a month... gomennasi! I haven't
been reviewing any stories lately or updating the archive. I updated some links... etc... but
nothing is loaded... then I ran off to work on my stories... urgggg!! Gomennasi! You have
every reason to beat me with an apple... I mean.... key board... uhh... .
