Revenge

Giggling

Third Person's POV:

Though, in reviewing Joe's improbable past with her weed addiction, there is no real high she had experienced like the one she was just on.

This time, she wasn't in Jason's apartment. Joe was laying in the grass at Central Park, her arms and legs flared out around her as she stared blankly at the bluish-gray cloudy sky. She felt as if her whole body had grown warm —— that may or may not be because she's laying in the sun, but still.

Jason. Right, Jason was with her two. He was laying beside her with his own arms and legs spread out. Joe and him both looked as if they were starfish resting against a rock in the deep sea. But he himself felt warm too, and that didn't necessarily bother him.

Usually, when it came to getting high, they both were very discreet about when and where they would do it. But something changed and now they were stoned in the biggest park in New York.

Joe started giggling, a side affect of the drug. Her giggling set off Jason and soon both of them where laughing their stoned asses off.

Suddenly they stopped, their red faces going blank as they both became lost in thought.

"Dude, what if there actually is other life on planets." Joe asked her beloved drug-dealing boyfriend.

Jason gave her a completely shocked face. He looked as if Joe had just blown his mind by her simple question.

Elliot, who had regretted following her and Jason to this park, was watching from a park bench not too far away from the couple. He rolled his eyes, thinking, how could someone get so high, my friend? In defense, following Joe home after work was creepy as hell, and Elliot wasn't quite sure why he had followed her in the first place.

Just curiosity, he guessed.

She'd been quiet for entirely way too long, but finally added on to her allocation about aliens. "What if there's people out there..." she asked Jason.

"WHAT IF THERE'S PEOPLE OUT THERE!" Jason repeated her loudly. "Aliens..." He started laughing out of no-where again. "Aliens are real, dude!" He cackled as he rolled onto his stomach.

Joe was sitting up now, holding her stomach in her hands. "I'm fucking starving." She said. "JASON." She slapped her hand down hard of Jason's shoulder blade. "Get the fuck up, I want food."

"OW. JESUS CHRIST, YOU BITCH!" He laughed despite the stinging pain in his shoulder. Actually, he could barely feel it, that's how fucked He was at this moment.

Elliot felt extremely uncomfortable. It wasn't because of the fact that he follow some strange stoner chick to a park, but because of the vibe Jason had been giving off. Jason was a semi-attractive man, but something about him just doesn't make sense to Elliot and he didn't like the feeling. But that could just be Elliot himself, nothing really does sit right with him.

He'd been so lost in thought that he hadn't realized that Jason and Joe had been stumbling out the park. Putting his hood up, he waited a moment, and then followed the couple down and out of the park.

———

Joe and Jason ended up in Rae's Diner just around of the corner of Central Park. The diner itself wasn't completely bad, but it obviously wasn't a five star wholesome family diner. And that's what Joe and Jason like about it. Elliot didn't mind it much either, but he didn't eat anything.

Elliot didn't know what Jason had said, but he heard Joe squeak out a laugh as she smoked a cigarette. They must've sobered up just a little since leaving the park.

"You Want a bite of my pie?" Jason asked her.

"Yes, I would." She responded. Jason cut her a piece. "a little one." Joe giggled.

Jason cut her a smaller bite of the piece of pie, and held out the fork to her. She ate the pie off the fork.

"Good huh?" Jason asked her.

"Uh Huh."

This is a fucking bust. Elliot was hoping that maybe he'd see something interesting about the newest E Corp. co-worker. Only to discover she's just a regular stoner that's fucking her drug-dealer.

———Elliot's POV———

Arriving to work the next morning, i saw that Joe had actually arrived to work early. This is surprising considering she hates the job. But I wasn't going to question.

Another pink sticky note had made its way onto the my cubicle wall this morning. I figured Joe had put it there before I had showed up. This time, I actually didn't mind the note.

I took it off the wall and it read, "Stop following me you creep."

Well that's rude. Don't you think so my friend? But then again, I did follow her and Jason around and that was an invasion of her privacy. But no body really has any privacy anymore, everything is too public, Friend.

But she saw me, Friend. How am I suppose to deny it?

I sent a note back, "Sorry." Was all I wrote. Cautiously, I walked over and hesitantly stuck the note to the wall of her own cubicle.

Joe practically ripped it off of the wall. Reading it quickly. She looked up at me with an obvious annoyance in her face. "You don't talk much do you, Elliot?"

I stared blankly at her. Suddenly, Friend, I feel uncomfortable. I could tell that my hands had become suddenly very clammy. Something about this girl made me even more nervous than usual. Perhaps it's because we are perfect strangers and yet I'm so invested in her personal life. After what? A week of knowing of her existence?

I must've taken too long to respond, because Joe scoffed impatiently. "Okay, fine..." she scribbled something else on a sticky note and handed that to me.

"Would you rather talk through this?"

I looked at her and nodded solemnly.

"Okay." She muttered. Writing something else down on another note.

"If you want, I can give you my phone number and we can talk through that. I'd rather not waste all my sticky notes."

Her phone number? I never would've guessed she'd offer her number so soon of us actually interacting, But was I going to turn down this offer just yet? I don't know. What should I do, Friend?

Joe patiently tapped the edge of her pen against the pad of hot pink sticky notes. She was waiting for an answer.

"Okay." I wrote.

[OOOOOOH HE GOT HER NUMBERRRRRRRRR.

Welp, They're talking. Sorta. XD. Hope you enjoyed!]