Caught In The Scene (LiL PEEP)

Chapter 10

"What?"

"Would he be down for getting to know me? That's what I meant." Tracy didn't put much thought in to it.

"Duh. You're his type by the way." For some odd reason, my stomach leaped.

"Really?" I was eager for the answer but tried to hide it, thankfully Tracy hadn't picked up on it.

"Yea. Why are you wasting your time talking to me? Go hit on him girl." He shoved a plate with steaming contents into my hands. A grilled cheeser. "Use it as an icebreaker." He winked. I gave him a thoughtful smile and went to seek out Peep. I found him sitting in a window seat, gazing out into the cloud stuffed atmosphere. I took a seat beside his and sunk into the comfort of the creme colored leather. Splitting the sandwich with my fingers, I offered a half to Gus. He took it willingly and chewed a bite.

"Tracy's cheeser." He labeled.

"That's right. Haha, how'd you know?" 

"I can taste the western dressing." Oh...

"Interesting." I lied, fighting to swallow my current bite after learning of the secret ingredient. Pleasant surprise...that was sarcasm. "So, I have a question." His curiosity perked.

"Yes?" I hesitated for a moment.

"Why were you staring...highly intently, at me this morning?" Gus gulped down another mouthful.

"I tend to stare a lot."

"Not like that, I'm sure." I had called his bluff and he continued to scheme a way to back up his white lie.

"You don't know me."

"But you're just like every other human being. The occasional looking around is quite normal but the signal I was getting was different."

"Why do you talk like that?"

"Like what?" I let the stalling man lead me astray.

"That dialogue and the odd wording that you use." I shrugged, not knowing how to answer. Nobody had ever pointed my vocabulary and speech out to me. It wasn't in my knowledge that I speak rather unalike to the majority of the population. 

"Oh, never noticed." Red heat singed my cheeks. Embarrassment is the worst feeling. Maybe that's why he changed the subject when I accused him of the creepy staring.

"Don't be embarrassed." He coaxed with a suddenly cheery mood. "It's cute."  

"At least someone finds my intelligence attractive." I honored. There was a laugh and then a following silence that wasn't awkward one bit, and that wasn't sarcasm. 

"Are you nervous or scared?" He queried me.

"Nah, I trust Wigs and Tracy. Goth done slept on me and you saved me, so no. I feel pretty safe around you goof balls." He cracked a toothy half smile and gazed back out the window.

"We're a pretty fun bunch." He took pride in his own phrase. I liked his confidence. "Have you listened to our music?"

"Two nights ago was the first time. My friend, Jaim, had scored us some stage crew passes somehow. I came for the experience but then this happened." I chuckled and motioned to the environment surrounding the two of us.

"So where's Jaim now?" The unbearable question followed by a heartbreaking answer.

"She died saving me life. My other friend, Mint, took her place last night."

"Oh." He searched for the right words to say. "I'm so sorry for your loss." 

"Thanks." I wanted off of this topic. "Why do you ask? About your music, that is."