An Itsy Bitsy Strawberry

Friendly Walk

The two teens wandered through crusty, light brown terrain. Rocks crunched beneath their feet with every step.

Everywhere they turned just seemed to be more of the same. Maybe there was an occasional pine tree standing alone, or a tiny patch of grass, or even a step down or up, but otherwise it was a vast expanse of absolutely nothing.

Strawberry could only do so much to keep herself occupied. A few hours after having woken up, something struck her mind. "What's your name, anyways?"

The boy remained silent.

"Hello? I asked a question, you gonna answer?"

"I'm trying to think."

"About what?"

"If I should tell you."

"Well I was hoping to know your name and age and if I was gonna be stuck living with you because I sure as fuck don't wanna be around you."

"Damn, okay, kid. Relax. My name's Rocco. I'm 19, I'll have you know, and you are going to be living with me whether you like it or not. So have fun, fucking...," Rocco continued walking, trying to think of an insult.

"Cool. Great. Fucking amazing."

"Fucking shithead."

"Congrats on the lame insult."

"I can already see how this is gonna work out."

The two bickering dorks continued walking for what seemed to be forever.

Rocco slowed down and turned to face Strawberry. "What's your name, idiot?"

"Strawberry."

"That's great, Strawhead."

"My name is Strawberry, Rocco."

"You already said that, Strawhead," Rocco teased, adding more inflection on the word Strawhead.

"Okay then, Pebble."

"Hey, don't call me fucking Pebble of all things. I personally think Rocco the Superior is ten times more fitting than Pebble."

"What an ego..."

"And you didn't even state your age! How unfair of you," Rocco turned his head away in playful disgust, "What a hypocrite."

"Well, I figured you'd know, seeing that you're so much of a stalker. But knowing now that you don't actually stalk people professionally and knowing that I'm stuck with you, I'm 18. Stupid."

"Okay, okay, I get that my methods of getting you back to the camp are rather extreme, but they sent me of all people to go find other members. I wasn't about to play nice with anything."

"So you just kidnap me in my forced sleep?"

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry."

"That doesn't make up for the fucked up shit you did for this."

Strawberry and Rocco continued in silence. The more they walked, the more Rocco felt guilty. He could've gone about this so much better, but now he'd ruined another person's interpretation of him. He wasn't insane, he really wasn't! Right?

He hurried forward, wandering past Strawberry. Strawberry inspected Rocco from a distance, trying to understand what he looked like and how he acted.

He wore a shirt as ragged as hers over some dirtied pajamas. On top of that, he wore khaki shorts that went down to his knees. His socks were rather long, reaching halfway up his shins. On those socks were old, worn-out sneakers. Wrapped around his neck was a tied-up piece of fabric used as a scarf. His hair was an odd shade of blue, lightening into the vial's charming blue.

After a few more minutes, Rocco called out, "In here."

Strawberry turned to face where the voice had come from, and saw a hole next to a tree. Upon walking over, she discovered that the "hole" was much more of a steep tunnel. Rocco was waiting for Strawberry to get to the bottom, presumably by sliding. How else was she supposed to get down the tunnel? By walking?

She braced herself, sat down, and nudged herself into the tunnel.

It wasn't a very friendly slide, and Strawberry found herself budging along in a very unstable manner. However, before she knew it, she tumbled down to the end of the tunnel, where Rocco watched her fall bum-first onto the ground.

While listening to Rocco trying to hold his laughter, Strawberry rubbed her eyes and opened them to a mysteriously new place.

Note: woohoo >:D