[ADDISON's POV]
"Soooo, how are you feeling?" Mariah gave me a nudge to the shoulder as Elli smirked from behind. Her face was almost Collin red from holding in her ecstatic bursts of hysteria.
"Fine...yep."
"WHY YOU ALWAYS LYN'?" Elli began to chant from the background. She dabbed with rapid fire along to the beat of the song. His horrible singing voice from her phone echoed to fill the awkward tension.
"Pizza Rolls?"
Avoiding the subject it's said that the action causes to make matters worse, but I don't think it get any more uncomfortable than this. Sure, us teens are just raging with hormones seen inside and out (well most of us). Let's not forget about the struggle of preparation for college and SATs but I'm getting off topic. *goes into a stressed out frenzy* *hehehehehhehe😖*
[BRENDA's POV]
From afar, I could almost taste the warm, red dripping from my face- a well deserved prize after the pains of challenging the endless game of cat and mouse. No longer should I be alone in my agony of tortuous fire that burned me alive. The pure, cooling whiteness and black topping will soon be mine. In the coming, my battle shall be won with a iron fist and hot chains, so to never let go. In the end, we will be one.
Forever...
"One scoop or two?"
"Two please." I smiled at the girl wearing an ice cream as a hat. How cute?! It was a hot one that morning while sitting on my neighbor's cat, Mr Google. I accidentally let him out while taking out their recycling and had to run after him through the dumpster and alleyway near Dunkin Donuts. I felt I deserved a reward of a Goofy Goober Sundae at TGIF. It wasn't actually Friday, but I felt a little rebellious. The red syrup and classic Neapolitan icecream with its vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry flavors. Absolutely marvelous! What were you thinking?
Anyway, after she handed me my glass bowl of treats, I crept to my usual seat and took out my phone. I made sure there wasn't any young people around me or anyone who looked suspiciously knowledgable on electronics. An old married couple sat a few booths behind me eating a steak dinner that seemed too much for their dentures to chew and brittle arthritic bones to cut. Aw, I hope Rod and I can be old and crusty together.
{Mwaahhahahahhahahaahaha!!!! I fooled you with the chapter's title! This isn't about Dan, it's Bradd! Brandon and Todd😂}
Using a napkin dispenser as extra shielding, I finally spotted my target. This wasn't some lonely random expedition. No, because every Saturday at 2:45, Rodney goes to Gamestop for his shift and I get the front row seat to watch my hubby work. Of course there is the down side of observing from a distance as he deals with the OTHER females who'd probably rape him or put a thing in his drink while he's off in the break room. I should be the only one to do that if anything. I-I- I'd kill myself- better yet, commit a double suicide together. That'd be so romantic, like Rome and Juliet.
I checked my watch. It was blaring a dot antic tone signaling 2:45. My booth was right against the window, but luckily for me, there was a poster covering my identity so he couldn't see me from his point of view.
Wait, something went wrong. He wasn't there. I clicked my phone to confirm the clock. 2:46!
He's late or something terrible happened to him! I'm calling the police!!
[RODNEY's POV]
As I got home from Beth's, Hamm came charging at me with a fist to my gut. As I grunted from his attack, he smacked my face to get even more of my attention, leaving a tiny red hand print marked on my cheek.
"WHATTTT?!?!"
"ROD!!! YOUR CRAZY GIRLFRINED CALLED THE POLICE ON YOU! SHE'S BEEN HERE SINCE 3 RAIDING OUR HOUSE!"
This had to be some sort of joke, right?
Popping out from the kitchen with red dyed onto her lips, my worst nightmare came to life and frantically pulled me toward her sweaty pits. The female Joker smelled like aged cheese and cat vomit. Lovely.
"RODNEY!!!! I'VE WAS SO WORRIED! WHEN I DIDN'T SEE YOU AT WORK, I WAS SURE YOU WERE KIDNAPPED!" Brenda screamed as she tugged my ear downwards that mimicked a mother's touch. Her fingers were layered in some sticky substance that reminded me of syrup.
Now, you're probably wondering, why wasn't I freaking out that she knew where I was going to be? Well, I've for a month or so known she was lurking somewhere beneath the the shadows, stalking me as I did my minimum wage paid job. 10% off all games. Not a bad deal. I caught on to her weird deeds after a friend of mine who works at Larry's Lonely Lama Hut that's right next door. {LAMAS!!!!} it's basically a bar for single middle aged adults, preferably and basically only for men with a thing called alcoholism. Also and interesting choice in position to put a bar for drunks next to a Children's Place and knife store.
"I'm fine," I explained while attempting(barely achieving) to fracture the astonishing strength of her hold on my neck, "I just took the day off. Now if you don't mind." My free hand started to direct to the open front door. I don't believe she hindered the unmistakable hint. Luckily, my brother came to my rescue for once.
"LEAVE CRAZY!" Hamm shrieked to the top of his lungs forcing her through the doorway already.
In the hastiness of it all, Brenda screamed in to counteract to Hamm's bellowing battle cry of scratching chalkboards.
"CALL ME! MY NUMBER IS ON YOUR WALLSssssss-!"
Finally peace of some sort settled in the household and I let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank God she's gone."
"You're telling me. She kept poking me and asking me which one was your toothbrush."
"Yeah, sorry about that. And thanks for actually having my back."
"Nah, this was for me. She was also trying to steal the Christmas tape."
"Crap! You still have that!"
"Course, but if she DID take it, I still have loads of dirt on you."
"Okay, sure. Not like there's anything else embarrassing about me now."
"Sureee." As Hamm strolled to his room, he played Ripped Pants by SpongeBob as his walkout music.
