Time Lapse!

2 - Zero to One Hundred

Baton Rouge - May 25th, 1957

Dalek and I finished our cokes around two blocks before getting to Tommy Comet's, Dave and James were effusively chatting about this Mustang Dave was planning to buy when he got the money. He's being meaning to get the money for about two years now, but we still believe in him. Dalek was adding a comment here and there, but I was immersed in the memories about Brno, my home.

"What's going on up there? You're as quiet as a mouse." Dalek said as he bumped his shoulder with mine. He knew me very well.

"Thinking 'bout Brno, I don't know why it all came to me today. It's been so long since that, Dal." I answered absentmindedly. Still thinking about that darn pie makes me depressed.

"Oi, Lovebirds, we're here! Put on your lipstick and let's go get some Dollies!" James practically hollered while holding the door to Tommy Comet's. We entered and immediatly the smell of Cookie Milkshake invaded my nostrils and made me fall in love again, just like every time I go through that door.

"Aw man, I didn't bring my lipstick this time, maybe you could lend me yours?" I said with a smirk on my face. James blushed so much you could see him even though the lights were dimmed.

"I'm telling you, Lily left her lipstick in my jacket's pouch! And it was just one time! Dave had to go through my jacket looking for a lighter just that day, right?" James rambled while glaring at us, which only made us laugh louder.

"Calm down, that girl is staring at you weirdly." Dalek informed, and automatically James puffed up his chest and clenched his jaw. Show off. I chuckled.

I'm not going to lie, and please bare with us; but my friends and I are abnormally handsome and attractive. James often makes a big deal out of it, clenching his jaw and all, Dalek and I know that sometimes just a nod and a smirk seals the deal, and Dave doesn't even have to try, he's the Football Team's Captian; nuff said.

With a puffed-up and clenched-jawed James, my friends and I walked over to the table we usually sit on. It's right in between the dance floor and the Cookie Milkshake Heaven. The Jukebox at the corner of the dance floor was playing a new song by some guy named Elvis Presley.

"Y'know? I don't think this guy's ever going to be a hit, there's nothing special about him..." Dave tried making conversation while we waited for the waitress to come to us.

"Elvis Presley?" Dalek asked while eyeing the menu. Dave nodded.

"Eh.. I'm not a big fan of it." I commented while scrunching up my nose.

"Hello! Welcome to Tommy Commet's! What can I serve you?" The waitress with crimson red lips asked us. Her eyes twinkled and practically jumped out of their sockets when she saw Dalek. Dalek didn't notice though, he was with his prime love: food.

James ordered a Galactic Burger with some coke, Dave had a mini pizza with his all time favourite slushie, Dalek asked for some E.T. Fries with a Vanilla milkshake to dip them in, and I ordered for my Cookie Milkshake and a club sandwich. The waitress rolled on her heel and quickly skipped to the kitchen.

Not five minutes after the waitress left another one tried to take our order, and another one, and another one. All of them left with a pout after either one of us nodded curtly and told them that we already had our orders taken. James felt quite proud, I just found it funny. How some people have to try so hard to get someone's attention, how they can't seem to find that thing that makes them special. To be honest I haven't found what makes me so special yet; but hey, there must be something. Right?

I was mid-bite (a pretty darn big bite may I add) of my club sandwich when a girl dropped her handkerchief on my lap which then fell on my feet. I chewed as fast as I could, gulped and quickly grabbed the girl's handkerchief.