When Thursday Comes

Marcel

     Monday 9:03 p.m B7

   Hey down there, what's your name? God that's a weird name, but hey, I like it. You know, it's my birthday next week. No really! - it is. I'm turnin' 16. That's funny, isn't it? If we were on the surface and there was no god damn war happenin', I would be able to try for my permit. Which is funny, because the only car I've ever seen are those funny looking golf cart things you see guys in lab coats and important shit driving. God, I hate it down here, don't you? Actually, I haven't seen you around, where did you come from? Can't say? Well. I wouldn't tell that to people. Some kid might freak, screeching that you're from the surface and plug ya.

        Ya know, you're kind of cute lookin' for the new guy. Say, want to do something with me for my birthday? No, no, not that. God, I don't mean that. I mean just go and see a play or something. Yeah, they do plays down here. Strange, right? It's a nice change though. Something to keep your mind off things.

        So how about it? Are you up for a play, say, Saturday? Your busy? Huh, for the new kid you certainly made friends fast. Whatcha doin'? Can't say? You certainly have your secrets, don't ya?

        Okay, okay, I'll lay off. My names Marcel by the way. I know, stupid right? But my mom thought she'd be all nostalgic and name me after some monkey in an old TV show. How'd you get your name? Don't know? God, you're a useless piece of shit, aren't ya? Sorry, sorry, I don't mean that. You just don't seem to talk much, or you can't talk much because you're not allowed to talk about stuff worth talkin' about. I'm right though, aren't I? You know what? I'm just gonna shut up now. That would be a good idea, wouldn't it?

        Are you busy tomorrow night? Sorry, I know I said I'd stop talking, but you're kind of cool, and it's hard to find cool people these days. No? You're not? Cool, then would you want to come somewhere with me? No, no, it's not a date. I get it, you don't dig me that way, and that's cool too.

        How about we go to Bunker 8? Oh, you know about that, do you? Okay, so technically it's not an accepted thing, but who said anything about it being called a Black Market? If you ask me, there are no laws down here, so I wouldn't worry about that. If we do get caught, where are they going to put us, the surface? No, everyone's scared shit-less to open that hatch, so I wouldn't worry about it. They can't hurt us.

        Anyway, the Market isn't near as bad as everyone makes it sound. You'd think it's full of druggies and hoods who'd either kill, hurt, or rape you any second, right? Well no, it's not. I go there every now and then, and I'm not like that, am I? You don't know? Well I guess we did just meet.  You're a smart kid, most people either say yes or no, and depending on their answer either walk away or stick around. Ha, you're right. I have had this conversation before. God, I wish you weren't busy Saturday.

        So you're up for it? Trust me, it's pretty safe, and you can get some pretty cool stuff down there too. Don't worry about money, there isn't a whole lot of that left and usually you just trade stuff for things. You might want to nick a couple of things before we go then, so you have stuff to trade with. Cool. This is cool. I'm kind of excited for tomorrow night, aren't you? You know what, it doesn't matter. You'll have fun, I promise.

        Anyways, I'm kind of tired, and I'm sure you probably are too. I'll see ya in the morning, and if not, then tomorrow night. Just wait here if I'm not here, but I should be. It does happen during the night after all. 

        Anyway, good night to you too.