Rebel

Chapter Thirty Nine

    "Sixty-eight bottles of milk on the wall, sixty-eight bottles of milk. Take one down, pass it around, sixty-seven bottles of milk on the wall."

I muttered the old song under my breath as I tapped impatiently on the table. The song was from more than two centuries ago. People of that time used to get bored when they were traveling, so they sang this song. The song is so long that it'd take up their entire traveling time. Or at least, that's what my mom told me.

"Are you gonna get food, Miss? Or are you just gonna sit there singing?"

I looked up to see a tall, burly man standing above me. I'd seen him around Sanctuary, but I didn't know his name.

"I'm waiting for someone." I said plainly, then I continued singing. "Sixty-seven bottles of milk on the wall..."

"Who are you waiting for?"

"A friend."

"Who's your friend?"

I gripped the edge of the table. Why did this random dude care? "A person, okay?"

"Why are you so impatient?" The man asked, cocking his head to the side like a dog.

"Why are you so nosy?" I countered.

"I'm a curious person." The man retorted, shrugging.

"Well I'm an impatient person." I snapped, "So why don't you go be curious somewhere else?"

Suddenly, I heard a wolf whistle from behind me. I turned around to see a certain purple-haired individual standing there. "Glad I brought my library card," He said. "'Cause I'm totally checking you out!"

I rolled my eyes, "Oh my heck," I said, but in reality, I was glad he was here. One, I could finally eat. Two, he could chase away the nosy old man.

"Is this the friend?" The man asked, but then he started talking to Harvey without waiting for an answer. "You do realize that your friend here has a patience problem, don't you, Purple-haired One?"

"Oh I definitely knew that," Harvey said, smirking and shooting me a sideways glance. "How do you know that?"

"I just had quite an interesting conversation with her," The man retorted. "I was just asking innocent questions, but then she snapped at me like a snapping turtle. I don't know why you'd be her friend."

"Well some things just can't be helped." Harvey replied, crossing his arms and leaning back on his heels, "And anyway, it's part of her charm. Being her friend is valuable, because it's hard."

I could feel the blush creeping on my cheeks. Darn you, Harvey! I thought, You're not supposed to be nice to me!

"Well then," the man said, not noticing my reaction, "I guess I see how'd that make sense for some people. I still don't agree with it, but whatever." And then as if insulting people was a perfectly normal thing for him to do, the man sauntered off to go bother someone else.

I glared at the man's back as he walked away, "I really hate that guy." I grumbled under my breath.

Harvey laughed. "It doesn't look like he likes you either. But anyway, wanna get some food now? I'm starving!"

"Took you long enough." I said, standing up, "Let's get the frick into the lunch line!"