Fantasy: a collection of short stories

Time Flies: Day Two

   The morning greeted me with pain and suffering. I had somehow woke up with a head ache. Maybe it was because my irresponsible parents giving their child a "small taste" of some tequila last night. My parents made it worse; they started to argue about who should make breakfast. It wasn't even a small argument. It was a full out yelling and shouting session. I got sick of it so I just grabbed my earbuds, my phone and headed to the park to cool down.

   The calm atmosphere of happy children and relaxed parents makes me glad to live in this moment. I take a spot under a big tree with a bench that is placed wonderfully underneath the shade. I lay down, put in my earbuds and closed my eyes for a full relaxation. I see small blurry sheep start to jump over a fence. But all of that was crushed when I felt a soft poke on my thigh. Annoyed, I get up and say aggressively, "What". I open my eyes to see a surprised, strikingly familiar face. It finally hits me. I point and say, "You took my cereal yesterday!"

He stands up straight and crosses his arms. "Yup, that's me! The cereal stealer. Just shout it out for everyone in the park to know."  I cover my mouth, "Shit, I'm Sorry."

He laughs, "It's okay. I was only messing with you."

I move my legs off the bench, "Here, take a seat." He sits next to me.

Silence just lingers between us. He breaks it. 

"Oh, here," he hands me a white plastic bag with the words 'Have a Nice Day' printed on it, "I took off with this yesterday." I take the bag and look inside. Sure enough, there is my missing child: Honey Bunches of Oats. "Yeah, you took off with it yesterday. What was happening that made you run out of the cereal aisle?" I ask out of curiosity.

"Well," he starts off, "I was running late to class but I didn't eat anything so I just grabbed my favorite cereals and just dipped." 

"Wow. I never knew that being late was a thing that happened still. Wait, how the hell did you find me?"

"Well, To be honest, I was outside chilling with my dog and the RV is parked near my house so I heard all of the yelling. I was about to go inside my house when I heard the door open and you walked out. I recognized you and I quickly got the cereal and followed you here."

"Wow. Stalker much?" I say smiling. "Shut up." He covers his face to prevent me from seeing his embarrassed face. How cute.

   It was hard to be serious around him. Just him talking about anything could put a smile on my face. I guess people have those kind of personalities too.

Things were quiet for awhile until he hears my music blasting through my earbuds that are around my neck. "Hey, what kind of music do you listen to?"

"I don't think you'll like it but it's mostly just post hardcore rock, metal, and some trap and electro music" I reply.

"You listen to that?" He says sounding a bit disgusted.

"Well yeah. It's the music I grew up listening to and I know it may not sound pleasing but the lyrics that are written have a very positive meaning. I love a song more if its lyrics mean something."

"So you're one of those people. I thought people who worship Satan listen to that."

"No, a lot of people love this music."

"Wow. I only listen to whatever sounds good."

"Here," I hand him an earbud. "I'll let you listen to my favorite song. Try to listen to the lyrics. If you can't then when it's over, I'll read them to you." For the next three minutes or so, we both listened to Learned Behavior by the Color Morale. Sure enough, he had no idea what they said. I giggled, "Okay well here, in the first verse he says 'Our feet stuck in the same concrete, we just want to be free.' Then it says 'Aren't you sick of being sick of the same disease.' Then the chorus goes, 'Come to me, with anything that you'll need. Come to me, when you're rebuilding. Sometimes it's good to build up walls not to keep anyone out but to see who cares enough to knock them down.' So what do you think?" I ask.

"Wow, that's amazing. What are their other songs about?"

"Well, I think all of them are about knowing someone's there when you're feeling down, anti-suicide, and knowing that there is hope. One of their albums' is called 'Know Hope'" I explain.

"Like N-O, no?"

"No, it's K-N-O-W"

"Oh, no wonder. It would sound weird if their songs are about anti-suicide and their album is called N-O Hope" He says. Our conversation about music stirred into talking about colors, clothes, and even a little bit of personal information about ourselves.

   We were having a good conversation when I felt my phone vibrate on my thigh. I picked it up; it was my mom. "Hey mom"

"Sweetie, we're going to go eat at a restaurant so come home and get ready." Without me replying, she hangs up. 

I Sigh, "I have to go home and get ready 'cause we're going to some restaurant." I stand up and stretch.

"Awe, are you gonna go in your best outfit?" He stands and does the same.

I gasp audibly, "How did you know? Did you read my mind?"

"Yes I did. I am very evil."

"What are you?" I say dramatically.

"I am ... the Reptilian Overlord!" He shouts and even gets the attention of a few people near by. At this point, I'm laughing. I try to catch my breath. I look at him and he looks really shy. His face is a light shade of pink.

"What a persona you got there" I said still giggling.

"Yeah well that's just who I am." He says while smiling.

We just stand there for a few seconds just looking around. I haven't really noticed but the park was almost empty. The sun was just starting to set. I turn to look at him and say "Come on. Lets go."

   The sun was setting and sound of happy children died out. It seemed like in this very moment, everything on Earth was at peace.