My Own Stunts

Chapter Three - Rewriting

I take Sundays to escape from what goes on at my house. The way I do it, it's going to Gordon's Green Scene. It's a salad bar that nobody under thirty goes to. The owner, Gordon White, a middle-age man with a blabbermouth usually makes notice of the type of car I have, and how the monthly pay is enough to buy him a house. I have a high tolerance for rude people thus I still talk to him. Also he reminds me of my father, whose name I really don't remember but I try to. The only thing I do clearly remember is his constant negativity and hatred towards me. Just like Gordon, but there was something about him that made me always come back.

I made the line for ordering but he wasn't anywhere. He usually sits outside, and chugs a few beers. However that day there were no cans of beer piled up in a corner. I kept looking around but no trace of him. I decided to get out of the line, where only two people were behind me, and take a seat at a near by bench.

It was a hot day, normal enough to ask myself why was I here? I was alone, sitting on a boiling hot bench and wearing a sweater. I was sweating. I had the choice to take it off, and make my life easier but I had nothing under it. I stared. I stared for a while waiting for birds to pass by, but nothing. Do people actually use Sundays to stay home or spend the whole day at church like Sophia told me? All the cashiers at the kiosk were bobbing their heads and fanning themselves with their bussiness cards. If I were them I would've stop my shift and go home. There's no point in being there if the crowd isn't moving.

I had already made the decision to go home, but out of the blue Bella popped up. She came walking straight to me in a marching way like she had so urgent news to tell me. She sat infront of me with an expectant look. I hoped my face didn't scream 'what the hell are you doing here, this is my Sunday' but I really wanted to ask her. A waitress was passing by with a milkshake on her hand, Bella stopped her, and took it off the tray, and mouthed a thank you.

"What's wrong with you?" She took a long sip of the milkshake," I come to you to be nice, the least you could do is say hello."

"Hello, I'm a little shocked that's all."

Yeah, a little shocked.

"Don't be, I like to hang out here," she looked at the empty plaza with a sneer, "I'll be honest, I don't think anyone hangs out here."

"Incluiding you, right?"

"You got me," she rose both of her arms in surrender, and laughed. "I actually stalked you a bit, you stopped by the gas station while I was ordering a pizza, and just decided to follow you, the walk was a long one and not worth it for this. Well I'll go on and ask you if you wanted to meet up at Aaron's."

"I'm guessing that's cool." I could hear my voice, I sounded so bored, but I tried. I took out my keys, and beckoned her with a slight head tilt. She followed quickly and we went.

Bella had a messy way of eating, so I was thankful she finished her milkshake before getting into my car. I couldn't stand the feel of sticky leather on my arm if she caused a disarray.

"Car of the year?" She laughed with a rattle.

"It's not new-"

"This is an Aston Martin, go around slums with this baby if you want to get your throat cut open," she laughed and looked amazed. Stroking a few fingers over it, she checked herself in the car reflection. That oversized hoodie made her curves stand out even still.

I nodded paciently and opened the door for her. She slammed it close, "I want to open it myself," she grinned and crawled in headfirst. I tried to close the door as a nice gesture but she screeched a 'NO!'. I let her do whatever she was even doing, and started the car.