Night At The Museum

My son

Chapter 3:
(Larry)

Larry and Nick loved to take walks and Larry obviously knew Maco did too since he'd always see her taking shortcuts through the park to get home.
Hence why he brought her along because he believed she could use some air.
"Maco, how long will you be working at that beauty school?" Nicky asked Maco, the little lady snapped out of her auto pilot mode, and looked at Nicky. "Um, maybe one or two more years." Maco replied, shrugging. "Really? Wow Maco that's incredible!" Larry said, he was shocked, this small individual went to beauty school everyday and has to keep going for one or two more years?!

Larry stared at Maco, her neck length raven hair that was kept in a braid, her golden brown skin, her face had either small dark spots or freckles, and they always wore dark clothes.
"Say Maco, I don't mean to be rude or anything but, are you. . . Gothic?" Larry asked before going silent.
Maco looked at the man and stopped completely in her tracks."Nope, I just like wearing dark clothes; they're hard to get dirty." She answered with a smile.
"Are your eyes really green? Or are those contacts?" Nicky asked after, "Yes, they're green." Maco answered putting her fingers on her cheeks before starting to walk again.
If they ask her anymore questions she'd never walk with them again.

The three finally reached the ice rink, Nick went to get ready, while Larry and Maco stood behind the ramp, quickly finding a seat.
As Nicky started to play, Larry started to ask Maco more questions.
"So. . Maco, where are you from?" Maco watched the hockey players go back and forth around the ice rink.
"Hmm?" she hummed, "Connecticut!" Larry nodded before looking away from her, "That means you're far from home..." He trailed off, looking at Nicky play hockey.

"Yeah, but that's ok with me." Maco replied swiftly, judging on how she's far from home, she mustn't like her parents that much. "Where are your parents?" Larry questioned, hoping she'd tell him instead of making her walk away with steam coming out of her ears. "In Connecticut!" She answered quickly, "Why are you over here in New York?" He continued questioning her. "Because the beauty school is over here!" Maco sang.

"Do you miss your family?"
"No."
"Are you thinking about seeing them any time soon?"
"No."
"Is there anyone in New York who can take care of you?"
"Yes, my grandfather..."
"Where is he?"
"I think he's in the hospit- Oh my gosh!"

Maco was cut off by Nicky hitting the ice, well, helmet to ice "Nicky!" Larry yelled jumping over the ramp to see if his son was alright. "Are you okay?" He'd asked picking the boy up off the ice.
"I'm ok dad, just get off the ice." Nicky chuckled, The overwhelmed  man let go of his son and pushed himself to the ramp.
"Okay, lets play!" Larry yelled, pointing his index fingers to the right, and out of nowhere the hockey pock hit him in the forehead.
It made the man collapse on the ice, gasps came out of other parents mouths when they saw what happened.

"Oh my goodness!" Maco yelled.

After the game, Larry, Maco, and Nicky walked through the park again.
The young boy told a small pun to Maco which made her put three fingers to her lips and giggle.
After the jokes were over, Nicky's face went from happy to sad which made Larry and Maco come to a stop  so Nicky could tell his father what was bothering him.
Larry would look away to find Maco staring back at him with those dark green eyes of hers, she'd turned her head while still looking at him, then looked away before Larry looked back at his son.

He'd give him a hug and went back to walking.