Three Brood Instigators

57. Sunglasses: Advertising & Shadows

Finally, winter had ended in America, a perfect time for Clayne to eat an Alada's burrito before coming in to work. He opened the door,

"Great, the lazy-ass is here!" Eli said, working on papers. Clayne walked around. "You want my advice, man? It you think you can look tough with that shady-ass haircut, then you should act like you. Son't be a pussy just like you bringing in that dumb schoolkid, motherfucker!"

Clayne wished he did something to his teeth, but he couldn't, and left like a coward. "There you are, Clayne," Goran said, lifting a box. "Febby needs you, you are late,"

"Late for what?"

"Lift those speakers and follow me," Goran said while lifting a speaker.

Lifting the speakers to the truck as Febby, Vanessa, and Robert played some clapping games where their mind and speed is tested, Vanessa lost the clap.

"HAHAHAHA!!" Febby and Robert pointed at her.

"You lost!" Robert pointed.

"Yeah, yeah, I lose," she admitted. "There he is, my favorite faux hair kid..

"Seriously," Clayne said, putting a speaker along with Goran. "Every time I enter the underground, Eli talks shit about my yellow teeth and hair!" he bittered. "Every time I passed some school, there about two, three kids wanting to point me and call names!" he bittered. "Every, fucking, time, man, give me some space, Good Lord, please!"

"Clayne, do not just accept every criticism people like us give you," Vanessa said as Goran placed another.

"I wish all of you were different," Clayne bittered.

"What? You want everyone to be the same as you?" Febby played.

"Maybe, if they keep irritating me and shit!" Clayne responded honestly as Goran placed another.

"Man, what is his type? Chaos?!" Vanessa wondered.

"Whatever it is, he would need time to accept this society," Febby said. "Oh no, wait, better, dictate the society. Make everyone full of Clayne's if he's ever jealous of it."

Both girls laughed about her joke about him.

"Girls, boys, they are not so different," Clayne said.

"Yo, Clayne, we still need more speakers here, come on!" Goran said.

After Clayne and Goran each placed a speaker. "Why are we bringing some speakers anyway, another music gig?"

"Nah, this is a part of our line, we are gonna have a road trip, and accumulate and remunerate these speakers to some guys in the capital," Vanessa expressed.

"Why are we selling some junk speakers, anyway? You have a lot of them, I thought you liked them?" Clayne asked.

"Clayne, picture this, if some billionaire—ahem, my family—have too many cars than they could ever count, they would easily sell them if they ever feel useless about it," Vanessa literated.

"Huh, I get you," Clayne said, placing another speaker.

"Me too," Robert agreed.

"Ain't you so cute, Prince Robert," Vanessa rubbed the hair.

Goran placed the last speaker. "That's about it, I guess," Goran said.

"Good, Clayne, you coming with the three of us, ye?" Febby ordered.

"Is there money?" Clayne asked.

"Man, what did I tell you, he acts like Drock!" Vanessa disgusted.

"Dude, that was only a question," Clayne reminded.