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Kit was scrounging in his fridge for something to drink. The pickings were pretty slim.
—Hmm...too bad I can't raid the Callahans', but Tony might notice—
"Well, we've either got some sort of diet lemonade thing, don't ask me why, or this..." he held out a weird shaped bottle full of fluorescent liquid and plastered with anime stickers. "Sometimes Carmela's stuff just gets too weird!"
"What's in that pitcher?" Tony asked, grabbing it as he spoke.
"What? Oh, that stuff, no, that's just hummingbird food. Mom loves the little buggers, keeps it around all the time."
AN: Do they even have hummingbirds in NYC? Probly not, oh well.
"Why does it smell like horseradish?"
"It what?!" Sniffs it, "UHHH—Vile!!! I don't know WHAT that's about."
A loud, chirpy, buzzer went off, somewhere in Nita's room. When it first woke her up, she ignored it, hoping it would go away. But it didn't. It went on, and on, and on, and on.
She hit her alarm clock, hard enough to make everything else on the table by her bed fall to the floor, but that didn't stop the noise. It went on and on and on and on.
—What the Heck IS that!—
"Dairine!!!!" she yelled... no answer.
Finally, Nita flung herself out of bed and started scrabbling around, searching for the source of the racket. She swiped at a stack of laundry, and heard an even louder "BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEE" before she pounced on a forgetten stopwatch. Its tiny screen showed 1000:00:00:00. Apparently it was protesting being left timing something.
"You know, I was supposed to have a purpose in life," it began, in a snobby British accent. "I was supposed to be a guide, a respected helper, trusted to keep track of things; several things at once, in fact!"
—well, that explains the rainbow colored buttons, at least...but not the funny accent—
"...And then to be left! Abandoned! Under a heap of dirty clothing!"
"It's not dirty!" the girl exclaimed.
"Then why is it piled on the floor. I'm very perceptive you know, I've a great eye for detail..."
—I guess the accent's just some misguided affectation. He actually thinks it makes him sound sophisticated—She almost giggled at the thought.
"...I'll have you know that I have been responsible for timing the most delicate scientific experiments! I nearly cured Cancer! Who else can say that!"
But before it finished the last sentence, Nita run out of the room, and slammed the door in its face.
"So if you're not going out, then why do you spend so damn much time together! I mean, seriously, sometimes I wonder if I should call her house to find you!"
The blow-up that had been threatening all day seemed to have materialized, but Kit was still hoping to calm his friend down.
"Listen, we just happen to spend more time together, just cuz, well, just cuz. That doesn't mean we're going out."
"Oh come on Kit, it was a week before you even called me back about getting together. And I bet, if she calls today, you'll run over there, and ditch me again. Is she that much cooler than me?"
"Look, I know it seems funny to you, but there's stuff going on that you just wouldn't understand. You wouldn't get it, okay! But I do have reasons. It's not just like I one day decided, 'Gee, I think I'd like to spend all of my time for the rest of my life with Nita Callahan, that tall girl on the next block who's so much older than me.'"
—Oh, or maybe I did think something like that today. And yesterday. And probably tomorrow. AAAAGHH!—
"I wouldn't get it?! I wouldn't get it?! Try me Rodriguez, just fucking try me! Tell me what's going on!"
Kit leaned over the railing of the balcony, and carefully took a long sip of his lemonade. He didn't like having people yelling at him. Never had. He could hear the other boy fuming behind him.
"I would, Tony, I really would, I just can't. Maybe some other time. But not right now." He turned around and looked him in the eye, "I really just can't." –Deep Breath...— "Let's go finish that paper."
Kit ducked away and headed back into the kitchen. After a few minutes, Tony joined him, and sat down.
"I know I sounded like a jerk out there, but it bothers me. We were best- fucking-friends, and then you go off chasing some girl, and won't even tell me why. I really want to know!"
Kit started to answer, but Tony stopped him with a wave of the hand.
"Whatever, dude, drop it. I don't want to hear anything more about her all afternoon. Okay!"
"Yeah, sure dude."
You...WHAT!
Chapter 2: Arguing
June 20, 2004
Kit was scrounging in his fridge for something to drink. The pickings were pretty slim.
—Hmm...too bad I can't raid the Callahans', but Tony might notice—
"Well, we've either got some sort of diet lemonade thing, don't ask me why, or this..." he held out a weird shaped bottle full of fluorescent liquid and plastered with anime stickers. "Sometimes Carmela's stuff just gets too weird!"
"What's in that pitcher?" Tony asked, grabbing it as he spoke.
"What? Oh, that stuff, no, that's just hummingbird food. Mom loves the little buggers, keeps it around all the time."
AN: Do they even have hummingbirds in NYC? Probly not, oh well.
"Why does it smell like horseradish?"
"It what?!" Sniffs it, "UHHH—Vile!!! I don't know WHAT that's about."
And they stuffed it back in the fridge, taking the lemonade out onto the porch.
A loud, chirpy, buzzer went off, somewhere in Nita's room. When it first woke her up, she ignored it, hoping it would go away. But it didn't. It went on, and on, and on, and on.
She hit her alarm clock, hard enough to make everything else on the table by her bed fall to the floor, but that didn't stop the noise. It went on and on and on and on.
—What the Heck IS that!—
"Dairine!!!!" she yelled... no answer.
Finally, Nita flung herself out of bed and started scrabbling around, searching for the source of the racket. She swiped at a stack of laundry, and heard an even louder "BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEE" before she pounced on a forgetten stopwatch. Its tiny screen showed 1000:00:00:00. Apparently it was protesting being left timing something.
"You know, I was supposed to have a purpose in life," it began, in a snobby British accent. "I was supposed to be a guide, a respected helper, trusted to keep track of things; several things at once, in fact!"
—well, that explains the rainbow colored buttons, at least...but not the funny accent—
"...And then to be left! Abandoned! Under a heap of dirty clothing!"
"It's not dirty!" the girl exclaimed.
"Then why is it piled on the floor. I'm very perceptive you know, I've a great eye for detail..."
—I guess the accent's just some misguided affectation. He actually thinks it makes him sound sophisticated—She almost giggled at the thought.
"...I'll have you know that I have been responsible for timing the most delicate scientific experiments! I nearly cured Cancer! Who else can say that!"
But before it finished the last sentence, Nita run out of the room, and slammed the door in its face.
"So if you're not going out, then why do you spend so damn much time together! I mean, seriously, sometimes I wonder if I should call her house to find you!"
The blow-up that had been threatening all day seemed to have materialized, but Kit was still hoping to calm his friend down.
"Listen, we just happen to spend more time together, just cuz, well, just cuz. That doesn't mean we're going out."
"Oh come on Kit, it was a week before you even called me back about getting together. And I bet, if she calls today, you'll run over there, and ditch me again. Is she that much cooler than me?"
"Look, I know it seems funny to you, but there's stuff going on that you just wouldn't understand. You wouldn't get it, okay! But I do have reasons. It's not just like I one day decided, 'Gee, I think I'd like to spend all of my time for the rest of my life with Nita Callahan, that tall girl on the next block who's so much older than me.'"
—Oh, or maybe I did think something like that today. And yesterday. And probably tomorrow. AAAAGHH!—
"I wouldn't get it?! I wouldn't get it?! Try me Rodriguez, just fucking try me! Tell me what's going on!"
Kit leaned over the railing of the balcony, and carefully took a long sip of his lemonade. He didn't like having people yelling at him. Never had. He could hear the other boy fuming behind him.
"I would, Tony, I really would, I just can't. Maybe some other time. But not right now." He turned around and looked him in the eye, "I really just can't." –Deep Breath...— "Let's go finish that paper."
Kit ducked away and headed back into the kitchen. After a few minutes, Tony joined him, and sat down.
"I know I sounded like a jerk out there, but it bothers me. We were best- fucking-friends, and then you go off chasing some girl, and won't even tell me why. I really want to know!"
Kit started to answer, but Tony stopped him with a wave of the hand.
"Whatever, dude, drop it. I don't want to hear anything more about her all afternoon. Okay!"
"Yeah, sure dude."
