I've never been that violent but when it comes to situations like this one, I was on the verge of
going ham on this guy but as much as I would have absolutely loved that, my hit wouldn't have been effective when the said target was walking faster than I could ran if my hair caught fire."Hey!" no answer.
"Boot boy slow down!"
"UGH!.... Derrick would you please wait up! "
We had reached a nearly crowded place and thankfully he slowed down his pace before taking out his phone and starting to type while frowning. How he managed to do that and not fall was beyond me.
I finally managed to catch up to him and fall into step behind him. I was feeling a tid-bit self conscious when seeing as to all the folks here were in all types of costumes. Not in the Halloween costume party way, it's as if they all had a pattern to their dressing.
"Movie characters" Derrick spoke up for the first time.
"Huh?" I was confused.Still looking at his phone, he shrugged, "We're dressed as our favorite phenomenal movie character."
"Who are you supposed to be, Django"
"Hardy har har. Bingo! "
"Cause that makes all the sense in the world, " I muttered sarcasm dripping off before continuing,"And Derry, how are you going to explain to people who I'm dressed up as? "
"First of all I'll ignore the sarcasm in attempt to keep my sanity. Second, my name is Derrick, Rick if you must but never ever Derry and thirdly, the last time I checked, you weren't dressed up as anything."
"But see that's where you're wrong my innocent Derry, " I watched him cringe over the nickname,the annoy-the-crap-out-of-someone switch in my head had been flipped. "I am in fact dressed as..... wait for it.... The girl who always gets killed in all the horror movies. Ta Da!" I said while doing the jazz hands.
"Whatever! " he mumbled and looked up as we kept walking.
I noticed we were going deeper into the grounds and we were heading straight for the arcade games.
I was about to drop snarky comment about his choice of going to arcade games before I noticed where they were going. Derrick had made a drastic turn and we were now heading towards a group of teenagers.
They were dressed up in costumes so extreme even I couldn't recognize the characters.
I've always been the confident type. I never ever had trouble making friends so I thought this would come easy. Any other person would be nervous but it was in my system to make friends easily and to be social.Derrick walked right to the group.
"Dude, where the hell have you been. " said some dude in a ¿ costume.
" We were here hours ago " said some dude in a doctor's outfit.
" We thought you'd never show " this time it was a girl in a cat woman kind of outfit.
" Who's the girl " said this one guy in a red devil costume without the mask. This dude was practically eying me like I was a piece of meat.
" Yeah what's she supposed to be, a smurf. " said a blonde girl in an orange prison suit.
" I don't know I see....... smurf meets pop culture. " said the cat woman girl.
There came a series of agreements from the group. I turned to Derrick for help but he was too busy sucking face with another blonde who looked pregnant. Hmm, Jane the virgin?
The group had now turned their conversation away from me. And just like that, the social, popular, friendly Bella Haman from Rockenville died. I hadn't even spoken and gotten to know their names but here I was standing here in the middle of a town fair I never wanted to go to without a clue in the world on how to go home.
I sat on a nearby bench next to them and after ten long minutes of trying to guess who everyone who passed had dressed up as, I did what every other normal human being does in socially awkward situations like this, I took out my phone and started to fiddle around with it. Twitter, you better have something better for me to look at.
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Hello my peeps.Hurray for short chapters and late updates.
Sorry I'm seriously sorry about the delay. #writersblockisreal
This is definitely not my best chapter yet. I'll try my best next time, hope you enjoy.
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