Green Success (Original)

Ch22 - Sold Out

Chapter 22 -

Sold out!

Sometimes surrender can be the only attack...

        The sun shined like a Renaissance painting in the sky. The clouds were like unused puzzle pieces, lots of blue sky lay in between each sheep of cloud. The dark underbellies of the rain clouds easily stuck out when compared to the white fluffy upper side. They were almost completely drained of their rain, but the lingering mist made the light viable as sun rays reaching out on the sky.

    The sad sounds of metal clinging against porcelain plates was the only sound that flooded the room. A woman dressed rather nicely peered up and over to her daughter. "That boy last night called you 'Me-Fufu!' I thought you didn't like that nick name!"

    Me-Fufu shook her head defensively, "No, I don't mind when he calls me that..."

    Her Mother nodded, "Ah, I see, he's a special exception?" She laughed, "Where is he anyways? Didn't you say he was coming over for lunch today?"

    Me-Fufu lowered he gaze at the empty chair beside her, and on the table, the empty plate and lonely fork, which she had longed to see Andrew's lips upon. Where was he? She felt an empty pain inside, but kept telling herself Andrew would be there shortly, and she kept an ear for when Andrew would come knocking on the door and she'd burst through and grab him and tackle him down on the grass as tell him how much she told him to be on time, but Andrew wouldn't mind her nagging because he knew it was coming.

    "Did you tell him we'd be in the shed? I thought--"

    "No" Matt replied to Mark, "All I told him was to meet us in the field with a shed, I never said we'd be in the shed."

    "Well he's here now"

    "Does it really matter? Any imbecile could have guessed we keep all our 'product' in the shed!" Long said impatiently trying to help Andrew regain a sense of reality.

    Mark ignored Long and paced over to the shed door. He reached out a firm hand and cracked it open. A boy dressed in black and long blond hair stood at the doorway. "Huh?" Was the first thing Mark said, "You look familiar..." The boy didn't seem to understand Mark's words but the boy understood that Mark meant business. He held up a small backpack.

    "I hope this is enough for you..." The boy said hesitantly as he dropped the backpack into Mark's grasp. Mark felt the weight of the backpack instantly but assumed that most of the weight was just the backpack. Luke curiously walked over, he too wasn't expecting a backpack of cash.

    "One moment please?" Mark said casually as he smiled and creaked the door shut. Instantly Mark and Luke tore through the backpack like dogs. They instantly stopped as a tightly coiled pack of money fell to the floor. Long's curious eyes were in the background as he saw the sheer amount of money they were dealing with.

    "Holy Crap!" Luke shouted as he picked up only one of the many wads of cash within the backpack. "How much 'product' does he think he's getting?"

    "I don't care we give him all we got and tell him it's a lot!"

    "But it is a lot!" Luke responded mainly to defend his grounds that they were indeed in possession of "a lot!"    

    The boy knocked on the door, "Can I have mu stuff now" The muffled voice outside said.

    "oh, one moment please!" Mark shouted back. "Quick get the stuff!" Luke tumbled over the boxes and picked them all up, balancing them like there was a fragile china tea set on top. Mark elbowed Matt, "Help out dude!" Sleepily he contributed. Mark put the backpack on the table, after verifying that it was more than enough money, and that it was all real.