From my Balcony - Chapter Two
Notes: Just so you all know, every other chapter will be purely conversation, with no discription. This is the first of those chapters.
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September
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"Are you… asleep?"
"Mmnr…?"
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Nnah! I'm up, I'm up!"
"What are you doing sleeping out here, don't you have a bed?"
"Well, it's your fault for making me think you're out here all the time."
"I never said anything like that… Wait, you've been out here every day since you moved in?"
"Maybe…….. This is my spot, why shouldn't I be here everyday?"
"I guess I can't argue with that. I'll just have to hang out here more often to keep you company."
"Oh, what a shame! Say, you started school last time you were out here, right? How is that?"
"Huh? Oh, it's okay."
"Uh-huh. Continue, please."
"What? Um, well…. It's harder, I guess. Than junior high, I mean."
"What about the people? Meet anyone new or get a girlfriend?"
"A girlfriend? No way, not yet."
"Why not? High school is prime dating season."
"But I just started."
"It's never too early to start dating, my boy. Well, except elementary school. No dating there. Younger girls have cooties."
"… I can't believe you just said that."
"What? Cooties? They do!"
"I was right when I told my mom you weren't cool."
"What? I'm plenty cool. What's wrong with the word 'cooties'?"
"That's what five year olds say when they want to sound tough about the fact that they're scared of girls."
"That doesn't mean it wasn't true! Come on, enough about my vocabulary, tell me about the people you met."
"Fine, but you're still a loser for saying that word. Um, well, I already had three friends from junior high, but I met this guy in math class who was pretty cool so our groups of friends kind of… merged, I guess."
"So how many friends total is that?"
"Six."
"That's a pretty good size. Three is puny."
"It is a little pitiful, isn't it?"
"Yeah, you're going to be a loner at this rate."
"I suppose you're mister popular?"
"Of course! You don't think my only friends are the guys I live with, do you?"
"I guess that's too sad, even for you."
"… That was an insult, wasn't it?"
"…Yes."
"Alright, just checking."
"…"
"…And?"
"And what?"
"You are so bad at this 'tell me about your day' thing."
"I've never had to elaborate before. And I'm done talking anyway. Didn't you start college recently? How has that been?"
"It's good."
"…It's good?"
"Yeah."
"That's all?"
"What do you mean, 'That's all'?"
"And you said I was bad at elaborating."
"What? You are!"
"… And why do you think you're allowed to not elaborate if I had to?"
"Well, I did ask you another question."
"… Alright, fine. What kind of things do you do in your classes?"
"The teachers talk a lot and then they tell us to read a lot."
"Is that really all you do?"
"Pretty much."
"Man, I can't wait for college."
"Yeah, it's pretty badass. You can even make your classes whenever you want, so you can sleep till noon every day."
"… Do you do that?"
"What, sleep till noon? Nah, I sleep till eleven."
"Haha, yeah, because that's a lot better."
"Demyx sleeps till one."
"… He always seems to beat you at sucking at things."
"That's what we keep him around for."
"I should start hanging out with him, then I can tell people I'm smarter than a college student."
"…"
"…What?"
"You're starting to catch on."