I take a piece of gum from my pocket for the road and hop back on my bike, heading full-speed for the local CVS, about 6 blocks from my place. Will and I meet here a lot. Sometimes we grab a candy bar, but recently, we just kind of talk. We talk about all kinds of stuff: anything from Jackson to car mechanics to the philosophy behind girlfriends. This happened to be one of those times, as I turned the last corner into the parking lot and Will blurted out "Why is it that koala bears are called bears when, in fact, they are not bears?" I just chuckled and sat next to him on the curb.
"Maybe... Maybe because koalas really want to be bears, so they try to look similar to them with their big, round ears and stuff. Maybe because they're...insecure, " I smirked at him. "YOU'RE INSECURE! DON'T KNOW WHAT FOR. YOU'RE TURNING HEADS WHEN YOU WALK THROUGH THE DO-O-OR!!!!" we both belted out in perfect sync. We laughed so hard, I fell over onto my bike and cut myself on the chain, and Will almost got hit by a car after rolling out into the parking lot.
Good times...
Of course, (since this is my life, and nothing ever goes that well) Jackson and his group of idiots decided to pull up in their fancy-schmancy BMX bikes.
"Hey ladies," Jackson said, thinking he was hilarious. "Whatcha doing?" If I didn't say something fast, he would just insult me again. But this time, I was ready for him. After all, if you cant beat them, join them.
"Oh, y'know, just painting our nails. You wanna join in too?" I grinned sarcastically. Now Will was joining in.
"I was gonna braid Louis's hair," Will said with a love-struck gaze in my direction. I tried unsuccessfully to stifle a laugh as he scooched over next to me and braided my too-long-for-a-boy hair. I think I caught him sniffing it... anyways.
By this point, Jackson and his Fearsome Foursome had lost interest and pedaled away.
