Liam-- Forgive me?
Wren-- no
Liam-- come over so we can talk about it
Wren-- no
Liam-- yes
Wren-- no
Liam-- yes?
Wren-- NO.
Liam-- Fine.
Wren-- O really? So ur giving up?
Liam-- wat do u want me 2 do? I tried
Wren-- hardly. but whatever.
Liam-- wtf
Wren-- ??
Liam-- r u on ur period or something? all i did was take the leftover pizza. i bought it anyway.
*Wren has signed off*
Liam groaned and slammed his head against the keys of his old dinosaur computer. He had gotten it from the thrift store for ten bucks a year ago.
"Ughhh." He groaned, pushing himself out of his seat and shuffling to the fridge in the corner of his tiny apartment.
Liam leaned against the wall sipping on sour milk and glanced at the clock on the table.
Liam was nineteen and had never been very good with girls. Sure, he was quite attractive. But Liam soon realized after puberty that attractiveness only got you so far in a relationship. Apparently you had to care about your girlfriends gossip, get close with her best friends, and grab her butt in public every once in a while. Liam didn't like it. He never understood PDA. He also didn't understand why the milk tasted so rancid when he had only bought it yesterday.
And that was when Liam learned that buying a gallon of milk 75% off of the original price at an old Asian mart downtown with broken windows and a missing door was probably not a good idea.
Liam put down his glass, grabbed the jug of milk, and pulled on his jacket. He really didn't need it considering it was 87 degrees outside and most were in shorts and sleveless tees, but it didn't matter. Liam never went anywhere without a hoodie, and that was that.
As Liam walked down the cracked side walk around in his poorly lit neighborhood, he couldn't help but stiffle a laugh when he noticed a little boy drop his ice cream on the pavement. With melted vanilla rolling down his hand as he clenched the cone, he face pinched into a cry.
Liam started to walk faster. The comical irony and and amount cliche in the situation was too much for him to handle, and frankly, Liam was easily amused.
Reaching the Asian mart Liam pursed his lips and shook his head slightly. With every pinch of confidence in him, he walked through the doorless frame and placed the jug onto the counter.
"Ohhhh," The old Asian woman named Huidai said when she saw him. She had the face of a prune and was missing a front tooth, but her long shiny grey hair was quite beautiful and reminded Liam of his nan that passed away when he was 14.
"You da stupid boy dat bought da sour milk?" She laughed, clapping and jumping around behind the counter. "Kayo told me it was just a skinny white boy! But she did say he was cute. I see what she meant aye."
Liam blushed and looked away.
He briefly wondered how the woman hadn't fallen yet and broken a collar bone or something, but he pushed the thought away quickly and cracked his fingers behind his back.
He needed to learn to take initiative of his own life. He was tired of being walked on. He bought that pizza with his own money. He only had 50 dollars at the time, and spending eight-fifty two on a pizza was a bad move. Having Wren keep the pizza was an even worse move he couldn't afford.
Liam sighed and looked the old woman in the eye.
"I need my money back Huidai."
She smiles wide. "And I needa million bucks and a bag of salt and vinegar chips but all I've got is a crisp hundred and sour cream and onion."
Liam rolls his eyes and takes a step back. Bouncing forward he slams his hands on the counter. Watching Huidai jump back and horror sweep over her laughing face, he relaxed.
"I'm sorry." He sighs. "I just can't afford to be ripped off right now."
"Baby it wasn't a rip off. It was 75 percent off. I'm losin money here."
"I can't drink sour milk Huidai. I'll get sick."
"But-chu can cook with it."
