Of skulls and sugar

Monday: home.

I drum my fingers to the cold surface of the bench I was sitting on, as I spot the black hair of the boy I'll spend my entire evening with." Hi." He says with a blank stare, not even a hint of a grin. So this is the guy I was checking out before, I must of been out of my mind." So, want to head out?" I ask him, he nods his head in agreement. I stand up and we walk the once barren streets of the town, now filled with people. As we walk though a crowd of tourists speaking something sounding like German -I have no idea why someone would come here in Desember of their own consent- I listen to his footsteps. I have no idea why I thought he was cute before. Yes, he has a pretty face. But his clothes look nearly as cool as I thought before, and the fact he hasn't once tried to socialize with me is quite telling of his personality." So, do you live around here?" I ask him, having no idea what else to talk about." No, I live next to the harbor." He says, starring at the ground." Isn't your last name Blythe?" I ask him." Yeah, what about it?" He asks in return." I've heard of a bakery at the harbor called Blythe bakery, does your family own it or is it just a weird coincidence?" If he really lives at that bakery, I'll be surprised. The family that owns the bakery is known to be friendly and social. This boy seems to be none of those things." Yeah." He says, while still staring at the ground. Is he ever going to look up." Cool cool." I say, and the conversation ends there. We walk in silence to Avlynn's record shop, my mom's and Ava's shop. When we walk in the first thing I hear is the death metal that's jamming from every speaker at the store. So that's the music they chose today, classic." I have the feeling this isn't where I'll find any children's lullaby on vinyl." Caspian says, finally looking up and admiring the discs and records that are scattered in stacks and shelves throughout the entire shop." Hey sweetheart, good school day today, or did it just suck ass like usual?" Moms says from behind the counter. With her long, red hair, Beatles shirt, ripped jeans and dark make-up. She doesn't look like your average mother in her forties." As usual. Hey mom, me and Caspian are working on a project upstairs. Ok?" I tell her and punch Caspian lightly." Okay, you can do that right after you've put these back on the shelf, I haven't listened to them yet." Mom says as she hands me a stack of vinyl filled with 60' music." Okey dokey, mom." I say and take the stack. Then lead Caspian up the stairs into my apartment." We may have to work inside you're bedroom." Caspian says as dances around the stacks of books, vinyl, CDs and clothes that cover the floor." Yeah, we may have to. But my room is kinda weird, so I don't know if you'd be comfortable in it." I say as I push the vinyl into to the over filled shelf." I don't mind." He says, and we enter my room. As on que, Caspians eyes widen as he takes in the overflowing amount of skulls, band posters of metal and bloody things -fake blood, I'm not a serial killer- and the heaps of anime and manga merchandise." What's that?" Caspian asks and points at a tokyo ghoul poster." It's from a anime, there's this guy called Ken Kaneki, and he's a human transformed into a ghoul. And he has to eat people." I say, as I open the balcony door so that I could get the chair I used Saturday do attempt a tan unsuccessfully." Sounds... interesting." He says as he sits down in the chair I pulled from the balcony." So, what do you want the story to be about?" I ask him, trying to lighten the mood a little." Well, it's a horror story, so how about we pump it up the creepy elements of the originals stories?" He says, while drumming his fingers." Okay, so like the fact that in the original fairy tale sleeping beauty actually had children with the prince unknowingly and it was actually one of her children who sucked the poison out of her finger?" I ask, while staring at one of my many skull shaped candles." Yeah, but we could change it to the girl goes to sleep because of the poison apple and she wakes up when her child throws like a heavy box or something like that on her chest and she chokes up the poison apple." He finally looks interested, maybe he also likes this kind of stuff. A little far fetched, but works." I say, then we begin to write the story for the next five hours.