Sugar & Spice: remake

The pastel punk & an unhappy bird

"Hey," the voice called out to me again with a strong Jersey accent.

"Me?" I said while pointing to myself.

"Yeah, you. What are you doing out here?"

"I feel like I should be asking you the same question." I got from the tree stump and put up the defence walls; readying myself for whatever he'll do.

"Whoa, settle down. You're the one out here looking all shady."

"Excuse me? I'm being shady?! It's more like you're the one who's looking shady!" I raised my voice in a defensive tone.

"What the hell do you mean I look shady? I'm not here doing my civic duty as an upstanding member of the neighbourhood watch."

"I don't know if a small town like this needs a night watch, but I'll let you off."

"How about you?"

"I fail to see why you should know my reasons," I told him. I've seen enough of those crime documentaries of people going missing; no thanks to Robin. I'm not telling this guy anything, not until I know I can trust him.

"Huh... You know...hell, maybe you don't look all that shady," the stranger said as he saw from my reaction that I wasn't something to be concerned with. I turned my attention back to him, and now, with a light source, thanks to the moon; I'm fully able to see him. And I have to say, he is tall and handsome. I also noticed that he had a lot of bright pastel colours. I could tell he was also taking in my appearance as I could feel his eyes travel me up and down. "In fact, you kinda cute."

"Thanks, I guess..." I said quietly while feeling slightly flattered by the compliment.

"...Let's start over, alright? I'm Alphonse." He says while finally introducing himself and holding out his hand, probably expecting me to shake it. I, of course, did nothing; he may have introduced himself to me, but there's still a stranger danger rule. "Alright look you ain't gotta shake my hand, but for real! there's been some assholes out here, and I'm trying to keep the peace." Despite his explanation, I still stood my ground and remained unfazed. Even though Alphonse appears to have good intentions, I still find it hard to believe that this town is going through some troubles after dark.

"I know what you're thinking: That's exactly what some kind of scoundrel would tell a cutie like you got you out in the middle of the night. So I'll cut you a deal you hold on to my Laffy Taffy, and if anything goes wrong, you get to–" I couldn't help but laugh at what I was hearing. Not only does this guy carry a packet of Laffy Taffy with him in his pocket, but he's also bargaining for my safety with them! "What the hell are you laughing for?!"

"Um, Laffy Taffy is serious, fucking business. I play no games when it comes to Taffy and Taffy-related products." He says while trying to sound serious, but even if he was, I still couldn't help but chuckle. "OK, OK, chuckles yeah; I'm the Hank Hill of chewy candy, fight me! Come on, take these."

I looked down at the packet of Laffy Taffy in his hands. I slowly began to calm down and took the candy. I no longer see the need to be on the defensive; Alphonse generally looks like a nice guy. And nothing about him gives off potential danger. I mean if he was, he would have done something to me by now... At least for now.

"Thank you. Now, let's bounce before the fuzz rolls through and thinks I'm a damsel in distress, snatched up by some sort of late-night power-walking bandit or something."

"Sorry, sorry! I just never seen someone who would use Laffy Taffy in that context before! Is that the key to unlocking your true power?!" I said while hardly containing my laughter.