A Night About Something

#2

I was outside, in the finally fresh air, not ready to get a job, by the way. I suddenly start thinking about vampires and werewolves and the amazingly-cool lives fictional characters have. It's kinda like their roller coster mostly goes up, and only goes down, but only to add some excitement and not get you bored.

My neighborhood is weird. I've met some latin friends that say every neighbor knows each other a visits each other. Or at least, in the movies it's like that, in real lifee... I had no such luck if there was any such thing.

"Hey!" Call's someone who I definitively have no idea who it is. I glance back just to make sure they aren't talking to me. Nope, it's not me. It was a boy calling his girlfriend or sister. Definitively girlfriend Oh my god, it looks as if they're gonna swallow each other. I look back in-front, where there's no french-tongue-involved-kiss. It's gross. I really don't want a boyfriend, like seriously don't, and it annoys me that Cece still wants to get me one, like no, I'm not getting married, nor gonna swallow anyone. I'm fine with my fictional characters, and some artists of course.

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I got to the Sesame Street. No, not the one where Elmo and BigBird was, an actual one with people, or things that seemed to be people. Maybe they were aliens, I mean, who knew,maybe I was the only human left. Yeah, I need to get busy...

This is why I rather coming in car.

Everyone is bumping my elbows, stomach, I bet if I was shorter, my face would be too.

I need coffee. I don't care from where, but CeCe kill's me when she doesn't have coffee, it's like hell being around her when she's without coffee.

I remember we used to sleep like at 4 a.m. because I don't know, or remember. She's always drank coffee, since I remember.

I see a cute dress in a store. So I just enter to see the cost, and see if it's CeCe's size, because... Okay, maybe I'm changing my mind about not going to any party...

"Excuse me, sir?" He turns around with a weird grin, like hey, you're absolutely not welcome here, so get your ass back to the door. I hate when service's bad at stores, it's like that's why they pay you! To attend nicely customers!

"Umm, hi, I'd like to know the prize of that dress, please." I say and point toward it.

"Hmmm, you know there are other dresses here, for you." He says.

"It's not for me." I say, saying a haha in a soft voice.

"Well, you should get one a bit more sensual." What? That's not for me, and even if it was, I'd just buy some shorts, or a dress that's some inches higher than my knees with an open back, but not something that shows much of a cleavage, if that's the sensual he's referring to...

"I think I'm good, I'll buy the dress."

"It's a bit expensive ma'am."

"What size is it? Is it small? Or medium?"

"We have medium too."

"Ok, I'll take it." I say with a smile.

Yeah, I'll have to go buy my dress somewhere else.

Oh well