The Tomboy and The Weirdo

Chapter Three: The Inconclusive Problem...

Description: Nothing is as admirable as to keep yourself in line when it comes to ANY stressful situation in life! Because you NEVER know what might FORCE you too remain FOREVERMORE..............................

INCOMPLETE!!!

Going back in the (not so far back distant past) where a lonely Tomboy sat in a café all by herself, and it looked as if she had been sitting there for such a prolonged period of time.

(As if her own impression had been entirely "undecided" for as long as her pace remained temporarily frozen within her currently, unstated, contemplation state seemed to have completely DESERTED her entire "self-awareness" of the outside world, input wise.)

Tomboy: "Miss!" A voice said. The Tomboy looked up in shock, and to her surprise...she stared back at another girl (who seemed to be around her age). The Tomboy looked around, as if she were looking for something in a frantic mess! The young waitress immediately noticed the Tomboy's distracted behavior, and spoke, "I'm sorry...are, uhhh...." The young waitresses tone sounded very light, but not totally unnerving.

(Sounding more curious than anything else, really.)

Hearing the young waitresses voice, the Tomboy immediately stopped whatever she was looking around for (in such a VERY FRANTIC! Manner), and looked up with a facial expression that had the young waitresses own facial expression now completely...disturbed! There was now this eerie staring contest. (During this very vague, prolonged, long-drawn-out staring contest...absolutely...NOTHING could break the silence!) All that was strictly communicated, was both young girls staring at one another with the same tone of WIDE-EYED-ness! (Except, the only difference between both of them...was the young waitress's mouth was open wide in complete shock of what she was seeing...) "...Ummm..." A voice FINALLY breaking the "unforetold" silence. "...C-Can...ummm, I, g-get you...something...,maybe...?" The Tomboy looks up at the young waitress (who had just asked her an everyday commonly normal question), and begins opening her eyes wider with such now (what the young waitress can FINALLY observe with a straight sense of reasoning...that this young girl who she was trying to obviously get through, was in fact DISTRESSED beyond her own capabilities to even know how to handle this, properly....) The Tomboy's eyes kept opening wider and wider...until her own mouth started too open as well (just like the young waitresses many moments ago). Forcing the already uncomfortable/unsure young waitress to start darting her eyes back and forth, PLEASE!!! I'm just starting out with this job... And I NOW already have a NUTCASE as one of my first customers! FUCK ME!!! Now on the complete surface outside world, there's a face plastered on the young waitresses face that (even to the Tomboy) spoke a VERY obvious tension...which seemed too FAKE for even our own Tomboy itself not to know how the young waitress felt about this whole circumstance.

Young Waitress: "Ummm..." A voice said, as the young waitress stopped that obvious tension of a facial expression that spoke volumes that revolved around a...SOMEONE GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE...PLEASE!!!!

Shaking her out of her own obviously TRAPPED state!

The young waitress now curiously looked down at the young girl, now when I look at this girl...she seems, well... I see EXACTLY three things, one: she's obviously waiting for someone to arrive, two: she can't STOP herself from feeling vulnerable about whatever it is that's bothering her so much!, and three: her reason for REALLY being here... It's almost as if she's hiding too 'PERFECTLY'! Where there's a REASON, she's USING ALL HER WILLPOWER, or, whatever it is, uhh, now what's that word, exactly... I USE IT (by telling it too myself) everyday before I go out and do what I do...BEST...