Chaptah 9
That day Hypno Spot and I didn't sell papes. We just stayed at the lodging house and talked. When Spot and Hypno got into a conversation I had nothing to do with I went up to the roof. After what seemed like hours I heard someone come up. But I didn't bother looking up. I just couldn't get my mind off of Hypno's eyes. Gemstone blue eyes staring strait at me. I looked up and there they were. I looked away.
"Hey what ya doin' up here alone?" Hypno asked me.
"Nothin' just you and Spot got into a banter that I had zilch to do with so I came up here at that time." I told him.
"Oh well we didn't know where you were and Spot knew you were okay but I was bothered and concerned."
"Aw how polite. Hey I have a question for you."
"Ok hit me."
"Why don't you have a New York accent?" I asked him.
"Well." He said," it's because I'm not from New York. Heck I'm not even from this time period. Now I have a question for you. Why don't you have an accent?"
"Well I've been trying to pick it up but it's tough. But same here, I'm not from this period either."
"What time are you from? I'm from 2003."
"Same here. How old are you?"
"I'm 14, you?"
"12, born December 3, 1990. When were you born?"
"December2, 1988."
"Coolio! So we can talk about things from 2003 together. Our lives and music and stuff."
"Ya I guess we could." Just then someone came up. All we saw was a shadow.
"So, what are you two doin' up here?"
It was a voice Hypno nor I knew. When they came into view we saw it was my stepbrother, Paul.
"What do you want idiot?" I asked him.
He looked at Hypno who was trying not to get involved.
"Go away, no one wants you!" I yelled at him. And like that he was gone. I looked back at Hypno. He looked up at me and I saw tears in his eyes.
"Why are you crying?" I asked, moving closer to him.
"Well," he said through sobs," You and your brother remind me of me and my sister."
I put my arm around his shoulders and he hugged me. I hugged him back and let him cry on my shoulder.
"What happened to your sister? If you don't mind me asking."
"Well, we got separated when we were little." He sniffed.
"So you were adopted?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"I was too. I know what my mom's name is but I don't know her. And I have no idea what my dad's name was. What about you did you know your parents names."
"Not my dad. Just my dad."
"Lets change the subject now. Please."
"Ya, ok I agree. I'm starting to tear again and guys don't cry." He laughed.
"Well really that's just an opinion someone had and it spread. It's not true, guys can cry all they want." I exclaimed." Well anyway, what do you want to talk about?"
"Oh, what kind of music do you like?"
"Well I like country music."
"You know, I do too." He told me.
"Really?! I like listen to it whenever I can. But now I can't. Oh well, that's life. Anyway I also like a little bit rap. I only like Eminem though, and I kinda like rock."
"Same here with the rock but I do not like rap, period." He smiled.
That day Hypno Spot and I didn't sell papes. We just stayed at the lodging house and talked. When Spot and Hypno got into a conversation I had nothing to do with I went up to the roof. After what seemed like hours I heard someone come up. But I didn't bother looking up. I just couldn't get my mind off of Hypno's eyes. Gemstone blue eyes staring strait at me. I looked up and there they were. I looked away.
"Hey what ya doin' up here alone?" Hypno asked me.
"Nothin' just you and Spot got into a banter that I had zilch to do with so I came up here at that time." I told him.
"Oh well we didn't know where you were and Spot knew you were okay but I was bothered and concerned."
"Aw how polite. Hey I have a question for you."
"Ok hit me."
"Why don't you have a New York accent?" I asked him.
"Well." He said," it's because I'm not from New York. Heck I'm not even from this time period. Now I have a question for you. Why don't you have an accent?"
"Well I've been trying to pick it up but it's tough. But same here, I'm not from this period either."
"What time are you from? I'm from 2003."
"Same here. How old are you?"
"I'm 14, you?"
"12, born December 3, 1990. When were you born?"
"December2, 1988."
"Coolio! So we can talk about things from 2003 together. Our lives and music and stuff."
"Ya I guess we could." Just then someone came up. All we saw was a shadow.
"So, what are you two doin' up here?"
It was a voice Hypno nor I knew. When they came into view we saw it was my stepbrother, Paul.
"What do you want idiot?" I asked him.
He looked at Hypno who was trying not to get involved.
"Go away, no one wants you!" I yelled at him. And like that he was gone. I looked back at Hypno. He looked up at me and I saw tears in his eyes.
"Why are you crying?" I asked, moving closer to him.
"Well," he said through sobs," You and your brother remind me of me and my sister."
I put my arm around his shoulders and he hugged me. I hugged him back and let him cry on my shoulder.
"What happened to your sister? If you don't mind me asking."
"Well, we got separated when we were little." He sniffed.
"So you were adopted?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"I was too. I know what my mom's name is but I don't know her. And I have no idea what my dad's name was. What about you did you know your parents names."
"Not my dad. Just my dad."
"Lets change the subject now. Please."
"Ya, ok I agree. I'm starting to tear again and guys don't cry." He laughed.
"Well really that's just an opinion someone had and it spread. It's not true, guys can cry all they want." I exclaimed." Well anyway, what do you want to talk about?"
"Oh, what kind of music do you like?"
"Well I like country music."
"You know, I do too." He told me.
"Really?! I like listen to it whenever I can. But now I can't. Oh well, that's life. Anyway I also like a little bit rap. I only like Eminem though, and I kinda like rock."
"Same here with the rock but I do not like rap, period." He smiled.