The Great Mystery Of Darwin Doore

06:"2 Chainz is the opposite of good music"

chapter six:
"2 Chainz is the opposite of good music"
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I've seen things today that I can never unsee. Tacos and macaroni and cheese on the walls. Pasta and cupcakes plastered on the floor and some on the ceiling. The most horrifying substance was probably the green gloop. Not only did it slightly move as I was cleaning it from the floor, I think it also bit me. Long story short is, I'm packing my lunch from now on.

After we all finished our cleaning duties, we headed home.

"Hey Joe, can you give me a ride to my place? My dad took my keys again," I ask.

"Yeah, of course."

We walk out of the now sparkling cafeteria to his car. Joe's one of those guys who worships cars, so he's bound to have the best one he can get which just so happens to be an electric blue Ford Mustang. It is a beautiful car but not really my style. I'm more of a classic car girl.

I hop into the passenger seat. As soon as Joe turns the car on, rap starts to blare through the speakers. I spring for the volume and turn it down.

I turn to Joe," Are you trying to make me deaf?"

"Wouldn't dream of it," he pulls out of the parking lot and takes a left towards my neighbor hood.

"Don't you have any good music?" I ask.

"This is very good music," he retorts.

"2 Chainz is the opposite of good music, don't you have any Nirvana, or Guns N' Roses, Fall Out Boy would be better than this."

"Do you even know any of there songs?"

"Of course, what do you take me for, a fake fan?"

"If you're not a fake fan, than name five songs from each band you just named."

I smirk. I could do this in my sleep. "First let's put some money on this, $20."

"Deal," he says extending his hand for me to shake. He's going to regret this.

"Serve The Servants, Heart-Shaped Box, Dumb, Milk it, Smells Like Teen Spirit are Nirvana. Welcome To The Jungle, Nightrain, Paradise City, My Michelle, and Sweet Child O' Mine are Guns N' Roses. Uma Thurman, Centuries, Sugar We're going Down, Immortals, My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark are Fall Out Boy."

Joe's mouth drops. "No I didn't make any of those up, you can check."

He looks defeated as we pull up to my house.

"That's right son, hand it over."

Joe pulls out his wallet and hands me $20.

"It was nice doing business with ya," I say as I shove the money in my pocket. I'm about to get out of the car when Joe calls out. "Wait, Quinn. I need to ask you something."

"Proceed."

"I was wondering, if maybe, you might possibly consider," he pauses and takes a deep breath," going to the movies with me."

"Like on a date?"

"Yeah," he says hopefully.

Well this isn't going to be fun," Joe, look you're a really sweet guy but I'm going to have to say no."

All hope left his eyes," Oh okay."

"It's not you Joe, you're great. I just want to stay away from relationships. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, I'll see you later."

I can take a hint.

"Bye," I hop out of the car and walk towards my house. Joe drives away faster than I could say vroom. I'm about to open the front door when I hear a loud crash come from the house next door. I know that sound all too well. A window just broke. To make matters worse, the house that the noise came from belonged to Darwin Doore. He's the perfect stereotype for grumpy old man. I once saw him yell at a kid to, you'll never guess, get out of his lawn. Naturally, the kid just laughed at him but then Darwin Doore revealed a hidden metal baseball bat. Let's just say, that kid hasn't gone near that house since.

I know, it's insane of me to walk towards the crashed window of a crazy old man's house but hey, who ever said I was sane.

I see a figure standing at the mouth of the driveway. At first I asume it's Darwin Doore himself, but the silhouette is much to feminine.

"Paige?"