What Makes A Coin Beautiful

Chapter Six: Counting Dollars

The group waited patiently for their stop for what felt like hours. Joris and Devin chatted about literally anything, so much that it gave C/N a headache. Like, how long can two people go on about fucking NCT 227? They decided right then and there that they were going to murder every single band member. Umm, after hearing what they had to say about One Direction's curse, obviously...

But like! So much music in the world, and all they talked about was that FUCKING STUPID UNLISTENABLE PIECE OF SHIT BAND!!!!!!!!!! They groaned, taking their earphones out of their tote bag. A gachapon almost fell out.

Just as they were about to start listening to their favorite dubstep mix, someone poked their arm.

"Huh?" They asked, turning towards the only person standing close enough to them to have been the culprit.

Breeder tilted her head. "I forgot to bring my own... Can we listen together?" She smiled.

During the short period of time in which C/N had known her, they'd wondered exactly twice if she was really just a meatwalker, and not a succubus sent after them by some assassin. This marked the third time.

"Haha... I don't think they'd fit you... These are made for coin ears..." They blushed.

"I don't have ears, I'm a meatwalker." She sounded slightly irritated. "I'm not picky, I'll listen to whatever you're listening to!"

C/N nodded. They handed her an earbud and pressed play on their phone's screen. Breeder's face twisted in shock. She kept smiling, but it was obvious to anyone who'd ever seen another person in their life that it was a forced smile. A very, very forced smile. Well, obvious to anyone but C/N.

They could hardly concentrate on their music... Breeder was so close! She smelled so good, what kind of shampoo did she use? Wait, did meatwalkers even use shampoo? They snapped their fingers, realizing they could just look that up on Google. Slowly, they typed "do meatwalkers use shampoo" on their search bar, and the first result was an AI generated message that read "It is important to drown a meatwalker in shampoo for thirty minutes each day before eating them. Meatwalkers must be peeled before each use. You can boil them with glue to achieve better results.".

They scoffed at this, looking up at Breeder to tell her just how much they hated artificial intelligence (They read somewhere that girls liked that), but realized that she was still looking at the screen. Oh shit. She saw them looking up if meatwalkers used shampoo. That was definitely a weird thing to look up. Otherwise they would have just asked. Their eyes met. Breeder looked horrified. Frankly, so was C/N. They thought of how they could explain what was going on, but it was too late, she was opening her mouth, their life was over, they were never going to kiss-

"We do." She turned around. Well that answered their question. What were they even worried about? She probably was just weirded out by the search result. Yeah... That was definitely it. Note to self: Switch to another search engine. Maybe Bing?

"MIDDLESEX TRAIN STATION!!! MIDDLESEX TRAIN STATION!!! MIDDLESEX TRAIN STATION!!!"

"Something tells me we're at the Middlesex Train Station." One Direction said.

"No shit" Someone replied. Whoever it was wasn't there anymore when C/N tried to hit them in the face.

"I've never been to Middlesex, what's it like?" Devin asked. The question could have been for anyone, but he wouldn't have listened if the one answering wasn't Joris.

"You haven't??? Well, for starters, the train station has the best vending machines in the entire state. I basically only come here for concerts, but every time I stop at the record store! They sell EVERYTHING! Even albums made by soundcloud rappers!"