Concessions

Remembrance Party

                 "Come on Jelly, why aren't you dancing? This IS a party after all!" Shouted Peanut butter, from across the room. Jelly, of course, pretended not to hear her. "Jelly, are you even listening?! Come ON!" She continued to shout at him, until she decided to give up and walk over to him. "Are your ears full of wax or something? Come on! Dance with me!" Jelly shook his head. "Nah, I was never really one for remembering bad things. Like that plane that obliterated those towers? That was bad, and it was OVER A HUNDRED YEARS AGO. Why do we have to remember the bad things?" Peanut Butter stood for a minute, about to make a stupid yet reasonable statement again. "You know, it's because we have to keep the memory of those who died! Can't just forget them!" She blurted rudely. "If that was the case, why don't we remember the names?" She stopped, and thought long and hard. "W-Well... It's hard to remember hundreds of names! That's why there's a memorial for it!" "You mean the one that was destroyed 60 years ago?" Peanut Butter was fuming. After a long, cold stare from Peanut Butter, Molasses and Thyme walked over. "Oh, hey Jebs, hey Peebs." Said Molasses, before standing next to Jelly and leaning on the table behind him. "hi Skippy, an-" Peanut Butter was cut off. "I said don't call me Skippy anymore. It hurts to remember bad things."
                       Peanut Butter was visibly annoyed, but Jelly knew that his side of the argument with Peanut Butter was supported by the oldest in the group. Molasses is an old empty jar, just barely hanging on to life nowadays. "So Molasses, what do you think of this party?" Jelly asked. "It's alright. Not enough hot girls here to night." A smile stretched across Peanut Butter's face, as she stepped in front of Molasses. Molasses looked left and right, then right back at Jelly. "Do you see any pretty girls? Because I certainly don't." Peanut Butter's smile vanished, and she began to glare at Molasses and Jelly. "yeah, I don't think- Wait!" jelly exclaimed. "Hottie, over there at the pizza tables, 4 'o clock." Molasses and Jelly's eyes were firmly locked onto a mint-chocolate ice cream girl cramming her miserable face with pizza and punch. Molasses pat Jelly on the back hard, pushing him forward. "Go on champ. You found her, you get her. She looks lonely eatin' all that pizza herself, anyways."
                   Jelly looked back nervously, before giving him a smile and walking to the girl. He began to sweat, as he fiddled with his fingers. He'd never talked to a pretty girl before. After a bit, he finally made his way to her. She'd already began to walk off, so he ran to her. "Sorry purple dude, I ate all the pizza. I'mma head home and order more pizza, cus I ain't happy yet", she said. "That's not what I-" He was cut off by a loud belch she let out. The club went quiet, then began to cheer. "Hehe, gets 'em laughin' every time. Heh. Anyways, whaddya want?" She said, looking down at the clearly nervous Jelly. "Well, I was... I was gonna ask if you wanna... Maybe go out somewhere?" She stopped dead in her tracks. "Are you sure you wanna do that? I'm a depressed mess that drowns her stupid sorrows in food. I COULD see a therapist, but you have any idea how much those cost? A LOT. And also my house is a mess." jelly froze, and thought for a second. Is this the kinda girl he wanted? well, no, but he at least wants to give it a try since she's pretty. "W-Well, of course!" Jelly said looking her in the eyes.
                "Alright then. My name's I.Ce Cream. But, you can call me sweet names, or just call me Cream Queen." Jelly became flustered. "Not in that way, dumbass!" She proceeded to give him a hard noogie. "If you're gonna be that dirty, then just call me Icey. Got it?" Jelly nodded. "Good. I'll see ya at my place. It's the weird squished house between the old maintenance place and the dumb flashy house at the fountain. See ya at 2." She handed Jelly a paper with her number on it, and left.
            Jelly ran back over to his friends, waving the paper in the air. "Dudes! Dudes! I got the girl! I got her!" Molasses and Thyme began to clap. "Wow Jells, I wish I could score a pretty gal like her!" Thyme said, before being back-handed by Peanut Butter. "Ouch..."
        "Hehe, good one Jebs. Hope you get to get a scoop of that beauty in bed, eh? Haha!" Molasses and Jelly laughed, as the 4 began to head out. "So Jelly, how is she?" Peanut Butter asked, annoyed. "She's not really my type, but I'm willing to give her a chance. First dates, ya know?" Peanut Butter nodded, then looked away with a sad expression. 
       The clock struck 11 on Thyme's watch, as he turned to Molasses. "Hey Moe, I got to get home and sleep. I got work tomorrow, repairing some of the old homes and stuff. So see ya." Thyme would wave to Molasses and Jelly, and grab Peanut Butter's hand as he walk off. "Later Thyme, don't let that succubus kill ya!" Jelly and Molasses would chuckle, as the two went off through the dark and empty city.
      "Alright Jebs, it's just us now.  Let's head home and get ya prepared for that date, huh? Don't wanna look stupid on your s- first time!" Molasses would begin to walk with Jelly through the streets.
     It began to lightly rain, and Molasses would start to hurry. "Ah shit, we need to hurry before I get filled with this sky water." Before long, they would be running full speed through the soaked streets. "S-Slow down a bit Molasses, I'm tripping here!" Molasses would ignore him, and continue running. "Come on, slow d-!" Before Jelly was able to finish, a baseball bat would slam into the side of his face, nearly shattering it. "OW! Fucking hell! Who did that?!" 
      A large figure would emerge holding the bat. "Well well well, look at what we got here! The gramps, and his little boyfriend!" Jelly would wipe a little jelly off of his mouth, before standing up. "You prick, he's not a pedophile! And we aren't dating!" The figure would reposition himself, as his stupid grin grew wider. "leave him alone, ketchup! He hasn't done anything!"
      Ketchup stepped forward and pointed the bat towards Molasses. "Listen Skippy, you better hurry on home before you fill all up with sky water. If ya don't, I'mma smash you and your little boyfriend here to bits."
      "Don't call me Skippy..." Molasses would get in a fighting stance, albeit, a bit wobbly due to all the water inside him. "Well, if that's how you wanna play this..." Ketchup would raise his bat over his head, and get ready to decimate Jelly. "No!" Exclaimed Molasses, getting ready to jump in.
       As he closed one eye and reached out, another figure dived in and saved Jelly from devastation. "Huh?" Jelly would open his eyes, confused. "Hush, and let's get you and your friend out of here." Before anyone could say anything else, the figure picked up Molasses and dumped the water out of him, before wearing him over their head and running with Jelly in hand.

       Eventually, they'd reach Molasses' house, and walk in. The figure removed Molasses from their head, and set the two down. "That's a mighty scary crack you got there. You need to be more careful at night." "Y-Yeah, I-I know..." Jelly stuttered. The figure would kneel down and touch the crack. "ouch, that hurts..." He'd pull back, and put his hand over the crack. "Chill out, Little dude..." It'd reach up to it's head, then reach back down and rub mysterious white stuff on Jelly's damage. "Woah woah woah, what the fuck??? Who the hell are you???" The figure would stand up and pull it's coat off, revealing a large tube of vanilla icing. "You know, it's rude not to say hi to an old friend!" Icing would reach out his arms. "Holy shit dude, It's been a while! I didn't recognize you with that coat on!" Jelly would rush over and hug Icing. "Man, I haven't seen you since 3rd Teaching!" 
          "Hehehe, I've missed ya Jelly. Good thing I caught ya before you were a wood and concrete sandwich!" Laughed Icing. "Yeah, thanks for the save, Icing. I owe ya one." Said Jelly, yet again twiddling his fingers. "And Daaaaamn! You still got gramps around?" Yelled Icing. "Yeah, couldn't get rid of him if I tried." Molasses would wave from the kitchen, as he fumbled a can of old pre-war Spingles Chips. "Ha, and he's still as tasteless as ever when it comes to food. Stop eatin' that pre-war shit! It's bad for you!" Molasses would change his wave into a rude hand gesture, flipping Icing the bird.