The Most Peculiar Sort of Person (Hiatus)

Wrong Kind of Odd

"Ah, how about we sit down?" Offered Karli, as she grabbed onto my hand. Harley latched onto the other, and soon enough I was being dragged to the futon. The girls sat on either side of me, Harley looking bored, Karli grinning from ear to ear.

"We have picked you, especially because of your nose." Karli informed me, pushing some of her messy hair from her eyes.

"Not exactly picked you-" Harley put in, leaning back in her seat.

"You're trying out for the team. I suppose your nose nominated you."

"Because we think you may very well be a peculiar person." 

"Then again, you could be the wrong kind of odd." They finished together, this time both smiling.

"What? Why would I want to be a... peculiar person?" I questioned, already knowing this was way beyond my control. "What is that even supposed to mean?"

"You see, Aaron," Began Karli.

"That's your name, right? Aaron?" Harley confirmed, though they didn't really give me time to answer. "We get bored. Easily."

"And we decided that this summer, we weren't going to let that happen." Karli said as she slammed her fist against the arm of the futon, as if this were a very serious matter.

"So we're... collecting people. Oddballs, to make things interesting." 

"You guys are strange enough by yourselves..." I sighed. My only hope at this point was to be the wrong kind of odd, whatever that was supposed to me. "How do you even do that?"

"Do what?" They asked together, smirking.

"Talk at the same time like that. That's not normal." I clarified, muttering the last part.

"Eh, it's nothing really. We're just a lot alike." They continued, though they couldn't be more wrong. Harley seemed more serious, at least in comparison to Karli, and she didn't appear to be nearly as interested in me (or my nose) as Karli was. Where Harley's hair was brushed nicely, Karli's was a mess of layers always flying into her face. 

"I promise you, that is not normal. At all." I said, though I could feel myself already getting used to it. They were already sucking me into this stupid idea. 

"Wait until you see the other people we have planned for the group!" Karli chirped.

"Complete freaks. We'll seem absolutely average in comparison." Harley continued, but I highly doubted that they had found anybody even slightly weirder than them.

"So, will you do it?" Karli asked, her eyes widening slightly. This girl knew how to pout, and she seemed to have no problem begging if it would get her what she wanted. "Will you at least try to be weird enough for us?"

I glance over at her, then I'm looking back down at my hands, then over to Harley. Holy crap, one glare from her could be deadly. I looked back at my hands again, fiddling with my thumbs.

"Well?" Harley snapped, getting up to flick on the GameCube. She raised an eyebrow at Karli, as if to ask if she wanted to play, but she just shook her head. "I'll play Wind Waker, then." She muttered to herself.

"Um, I guess I could try..." I sighed, glancing over at Karli. I hadn't thought that her smile could have grown any bigger, but it did. I half expected her face to split in half. "Don't get to excited. I'm a pretty average guy." I warned, but Karli laughed, shaking her head.

"Nope, I've got the feeling you're definitely a strange one." She told me, shaking her head. "Even if you did have a normal nose, which you don't, you would still have that awkward-but-slightly-confrontational feel, which is very weird."

"Awkward-but-slightly-confrontational? That's quite a title." I said, scoffing. 

"I bet that's how you got those crooked bits in your nose, huh?" Karli asked, nodding as if she had already decided. "Yeah, that's definitely it. You were walking home one day, and you saw some thugs beatin' on some old lady. So then you're like, 'AYE, thugs! Leave that hag alone, ya hear?' and they're all, 'Mind your own business, kid.' And obviously your confrontational side comes out, so you've absolutely gotta fight these guys because not only were they abusing this old lady, they also disrespected you!"

"And then?" I asked, unable to hold back a smile. Where was she pulling this from? This had to be the weirdest story I had ever heard.

"And then you kick their asses, with one minor wound. A broken nose." Harley finished, her eyes still trained on the TV screen. Karli shakes her head sadly, as if this was some great loss.

I'm really not sure whether to tell them that it was just an accident that broke my nose, or just let Karli happily live out her story. The latter is a bit more exciting, and I really do try to avoid looking pathetic, so I just stick with Karli's theory.