Chapter 2: Friends?
"Well, first of all, when is the prom, 'cause I kinda would like to go," Jason said as they sat down at their table.
"its next Friday," replied Kim. As she was talking, Monique came up and sat down.
"Hello, you're new here," she said, surprised and looking at Jason.
"Oh, hi, you must be Monique," Jason said, reaching out to shake her hand.
"How do you know me?" she asked, once again surprised.
"well, when I asked how to find Ms. Possible, they also said "if you can't find her with the nerd with the bald hamster, she'll probably be with that girl with the messed up fashion sense." Monique appeared quite shocked.
"Not that I believe them, or anything," Jason said quickly, recovering, "Now, for example, you see me, I don't have a fashion sense." He stood up to show them. He was wearing a plain black shirt, with a blue Hawaiian buttonup unbuttoned over it, with faded blue jeans. He looked every inch your everyday casual guy.
Whispering in Kim's ear, Monique said, "dang, girl, he is fiiine! Where did you find him?"
Whispering back, she said, "I didn't. He found me."
"Anyway, back to the dance," Jason said, sitting back down. "if you don't already have a DJ, I was going to offer that me and my band play for you."
"You have a band! Sweet!" Ron interjected.
"Well, uh…" Kim said. "I suppose I could discuss it with the other board members and see what they think…what are you called, and what do you play?"
"Well, our band is called Rifles and Pretty Flowers, I play lead vocals, and we can play just about anything you want. You could have a request box drawn up, and we could play what the crowd wants. If we can't, that's what fallback cds are for."
"Wow, you've really thought this through, haven't you?" Monique said, impressed by his thoroughness.
"Well, we've done gigs before, but never at a school prom," he replied. "But you'd do that for us?"
"Sure," Kim said, finishing her lunch.
"Sweet," Jason said. "So I guess we're…friends? Oh, shoot, gotta get to geometry. See ya!" he picked up his tray, dropped his plate of untouched food onto Ron's tray, and walked away.
"Yeah," Kim replied, as she watched him walk through the door. "I guess we're friends."