PoV: AMANDA
When the CD's finish processing at the copy shop, Leo and I arrange to go and pick them up together.
"Here you are," the guy behind the counter says in a monotone as he hands us our preserved recordings in little vinyl slips. When he notices the chalkboards, he gives us a strange look; we've gotten plenty in the four days since we started using them.
Leo thanks him anyway and we leave the shop together, walking a ways down the block until we reach the corner. He hands me mine, which I slip in the pocket of my sweatshirt in order to free up my hands. GENIUS IDEA, I write. We've come to the unspoken agreement to write in sentence fragments for efficiency.
THX, he scrawls back. His grateful smile is nice, but it's not the same.
"Kylie!" I scream for the fourth time after scouring my junk drawer for the four-hundredth time.
I hear her muffled footsteps on the stairs become clearer the closer she gets until she's standing in my doorway, headphones wrapped around her neck. "What?" She snaps.
"Where's my CD player? Did you take it again?" I ask.
"I gave it back."
"No, you obviously didn't!" I retort. "Where is it?"
She puts her hands up in surrender. "Okay, geez, I'll go look for it." She throws me a dirty look before crossing the hall to her bedroom. A few minutes later she returns with it.
"Here. What do you need it for anyway?" She asks on a scowl.
I hold up the envelope. "Guess."
She shakes her head. "You're changing already. This chalkboard game is going to make you insane."
I roll my eyes. "We weren't even talking about that!"
But she's already left.
A/N: Intentionally short chapter ;)