Riding
this train was kind of like sleeping without socks, Ron figured. It
was not really pleasant, but a necessity. Because, without socks, you
get warm feet during the day. So with socks, you get up, and have
cold feet. And that was something Ron absolutely dreaded, but he did
like sleeping without socks. And well, it was just the same with the
train. If he weren't riding this train, he'd still be Royal with
a capital letter. But he didn't want to go. Ron thought again, well
he sucked at comparing things. The point was, he just didn't want
to go somewhere, where he just didn't know anyone. But, maybe it
was for the best. After all, his dad had been pretty happy about it.
Ron envied his father. Legolas had everything. The hair, the robes,
it just all added up. Even though many people had their doubts about
him being Ron's real dad, he was a well-liked person back in
Sblomieville, their village. Someday, Ron thought…
"Uhum, is
this seat taken?" Ron looked up, with bulging eyes. There stood,
an extroardinary boy. He had white hair, slick hair, and an arrogant
look. His eyes twitched arrogantly. Ron swallowed and glanced up.
"Sure, err, I guess." The boy's hair looked like Ron's
father's hair. Ron decided to ask the supreme question.
"Like,
can I ask you something?" The boy looked irritated but nodded
nonetheless.
"Do you, like, dye your hair?" Ron blushed and
looked at his feet. The boy gasped for air and a reddish blush
decorated his cheeks.
"Why would I tell you?" The boy was
going for the aggressive defence. Good one Ron, he thought to
himself.
"Well, I don't know," he muttered. Damn, he had
to work on his people skills.
" You really have to work on your
people skills," the boy said. Damn, he was good.
" I know,
but, I'm shy!" Now Ron was actually at the point of dropping dead
of embarrassment.
" I could give you an ounce of my arrogance,"
the boy offered.
" Nah, thanks, it's okay." Suddenly, they
were interrupted. A weird, skinny boy entered their cabin. He looked
terribly emo. His thick, black glasses proved it. The emo-boy acted
rather strange really, he strolled, yes, strolled into the cabin and
did a little bit of a geeky dance. He swung his hips right and left,
and then sort of put his arms in his neck, flabbering them everwhere.
The blond boy looked like he enjoyed it, so Ron started to look at
emo-boy with more appreciation. He wore nice pants.
Ron was
confused. He was thinking about emo-boy's pants. Why would he do
that.
Ron thought of his dad, and his advice. Legolas had told
him that in awkward situations, he should just blurt out something
random, and it would be fine. So Ron didn't even think twice. He
just blurted.
" So you guys like gardening?" It sure was a
hell less awkward, Ron thought sarcastically.
