Jones is young, you remind yourself. She's not been here very long. In a year or two you'll probably miss her endless optimism and inability to keep her mouth shut.
Right now, though? You just really want her to be quiet.
You're not the only one in need of a little peace, if Ren's face is anything to go by. But she's not likely to say anything. She'll just slip away–yep. There she goes.
Way to be a team player.
Jones is still talking. Why–how is Brooks putting up with it? When you chatter like this you're annoying, but the teenager can go on as long as she likes. Ugh.
Okay, maybe you're a bit jealous. No one else needs to know that.
"I have never wanted to punch a fifteen-year-old as much as I want to punch you right now, kid."
Jones turns and blinks up at you. Straight-faced, she says, "Wow. Somebody needs a Happy Meal."
Brooks laughs, loudly, before you can respond, and throws an arm over the kid's shoulders. "Oh, I'm keepin' you."
YOU ARE READING
100 Themes
RandomFills for the 100 Themes Writing Challenge. Cross-posted from my Tumblr. Some parts may contain sensitive and/or triggering material. Read at your own risk.
