Sorry for not posting this…had too much crap to do…
Urghhhh…I'm too tired to write a disclaimer or author's note…just review, please?
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And so we begin…
Chapter 3
Deidara slid two red plastic trays across the table. A mouthwatering aroma of French fries and hamburgers was making Kathy hungry, and her stomach grumbled loudly enough to be heard. She grinned, sheepishly, and he smiled at her. He looked so different when he smiled, an alien coldness giving way to a warm radiance that made him look positively human. He usually looked so…not sad…but bitter, and Kathy was glad to see the object of her affections being happy for once. She wished she would smile more often.
Kathy picked up a burger and examined it carefully, looking up to ask,
"How did you know what I wanted?"
He paused, midbite, before swallowing and clearing his throat.
"Um…I didn't. I guessed."
"You're a good guesser."
"yeah…"
The silence only grew louder as they ate, the only sounds being the chewing and slurping of soda. Her mind drifted to the fact that he hadn't paid, and wondered how he had gotten their food, but decided to leave the questioning for later. After all, it was awkward enough as it is.
Shifting in the smooth plastic chair, he stared at the girl sitting across from him, relieved she hadn't asked him how he'd "convinced" the boy to let him pay later. Sipping his coke rather elegantly, or as gracefully as you could sip anything, he glanced over at said boy, who looked as if he wanted to pee in his pants. He had the urge to start laughing hysterically, but suppressed it. It was more the sort of laughter you got after doing something scary than real humor anyway. Have I changed so much that I can laugh at the suffering I caused? The answer was most definitely, yes.
His attention was diverted by Kathy asking him a question.
"Wait, what'd you say?"
"I said, how did you pay for the food? I didn't see you offering him any cash…"
I didn't pay.
"Ah…I had some money on me. It was pretty lucky, actually."
"But I was watching. All I saw was you asking him a couple of questions."
No, not questions. Demands.
He smiled wryly, as twisting of his lips. "Yeah, you causht me. The guy up there owes me a favor or two."
"Oh…Ok. I guess that makes sense."
No, no it doesn't. You don't believe me, do you? But you'd rather believe a poorly constructed lie than think the guy who you're eating lunch/breakfast with can compel others into doing his will, just by his reputation on the streets. And who can blame you? I'd do the same thing…
"Hey, Deidara? Hello? You ok?"
He started, thrown out of his thoughts, back into the plastic chair with a concerned Kathy waving a hand in his face.
"What? Oh yeah, I'm fine.
No, I think I'm going insane.
"Good. You were spacing out for a second."
"Sorry."
After that, the conversation became easier, as they talked about school, work, families, and tried to figure out the enigma that sat across from them.
"So, you're from around here?"
I don't know where I'm from.
"No, not really. Just moved here last summer."
"Me too. My parents were kind of pissed that I was going so far away, but hey, what can you do?"
Wish I had parents…
"Yeah, I know what you mean. So what classes are you taking?"
"Um..I forgot…actually…Yeah, I'm an airhead."
He started laughing. She pouted.
"Hey, don't be mean!"
"Sorry…You're just too funny. Well, anyway, I'm taking a bunch of art and sculpture type crap. It's pretty interesting actually."
Pity I can never go to class.
Ok, this is the first half of chapter three, the rest will be posted later today, or tomorrow…School is giving me too much crap to do.
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