Mind The Thoughts
The woman sighed and closed her eyes
The woman sighed and closed her eyes. "We'll go somewhere more clandestine first, I don't want anymore people pointing their fingers and laughing." The group then walked towards a bus stop where they stayed and waited. "We're waiting at a bus stop? What a waste of time…" Mark said in a cold manner. "Things weren't going to be easy, there's a lot of waiting in a journey than you expect." Lisa said towards Mark. Lucy and Claire both took a seat in chairs that were cased in glass wall from behind and on top. In Claire's arms, she held Socrates who was lying quietly closing his eyes to not attract a crowd of people. Adrian walked towards the road, in search of a bus but in intervals looked back to watch the group, particularly Claire to see if she was okay. However, when Claire caught him looking back, he would immediately look for the bus as if he had done so the entire time. Lucy smiled. "He really does care for you a lot doesn't he?" she said, emitting a small giggle. Claire nodded her head, "I guess he does." Lucy then looked towards Claire and then looked high up in the sky stretching her arms. "I hope nothing bad happens to him. He's such a great guy. He's the only one who doesn't think I'm just stupid person in the group." Lucy said, then looking down at the pavement. "I know he has had times when he'd make fun of something I'd say… But he's only joking around. I get the impression that he's the only one who cares about me in this journey and the last one we had together. He's the only one who appreciates or even takes a listen to anything I say. No one else does." Lucy then shook her head. "Ugh! I'm ranting like an old man! I need to get some air to clear my head. Take care of Socrates Claire!" she said. Claire then took notice of where Lucy was going. Lucy sneaked up to Adrian and tapped him in the shoulder, scaring him. Both of them started laughing in the distance and talked, Lucy being very expressive with hand gestures. At one point, Adrian turned towards Claire, smiling at her. Lucy then turned to her and waved at her. Claire gave her a little wave back and thought about the adventure they might have had together those years ago.
"The things that crazy woman says sometimes…" Socrates said. "You shouldn't call her crazy if she's feeling a bit unappreciated and lonely in the group you know!" Claire said to the cat, rubbing his stomach and stroking his furs. "Appreciation only comes from people that prove their worth. There's no mystery to it. Unless you are useful to them, no one is going to like you."
"That's a bit mean don't you think? I know that for a fact that in some cases, people just think of themselves too highly to be impressed by others." Claire referred this comment to Mark, who she glanced at while making that comment. He was keeping to himself mostly, leaning upon the glass while inspecting Lisa and the woman's discussion. As she glanced, Angela the little girl still holding her red balloon stared at Claire strangely. "Why are you talking to a toy?" Claire was very much embarrassed and stood up from the seat. "Um… I don't know why actually. I guess it's a little comforting sometimes."
Adrian and Lucy then glared bizarrely. "What is she doing?" they both thought. Claire found herself in an awkward moment. "Say, Angela… Don't you talk to your toys too?" Angela shook her head. "I'm not a baby anymore. Besides, I hate cats. They get everything messy all the time!" Socrates got furious. "You think we're messy! I cleaned up a whole caravan-full of everyone's mess! And what do I get little girl, you ask? Nothing!" Socrates yelled out. "Oh no!" Lucy thought. "Great, he blew his own cover."
"T-The cat just talked!" Angela shivered. "It's so cute! Can I hold him?" Claire was surprised at Angela's reaction. "She's not scared of a talking cat? Well, I guess I wasn't when I saw him. I just thought it was strange."
Claire passed the cat over to Angela who was excited. "Aw! Isn't she just the sweetest?" Socrates said. He seemed to enjoy Angela's company a lot more than anyone else. Angela and Socrates started a conversation and laughed with each other. Socrates, even though thinking of himself as an intellectual didn't mind the small, immature questions asked by Angela. In fact, it seem that he loved them.
Adrian and Lucy had waved towards to the ensemble that was waiting on the bus. "It's here, it's here!" Lucy shouted and then they all hopped aboard on the bus.