Walking out of the resteraunt, I thank Neon as he releases the heavy door. Keeping straight, I continue the trek when suddenly I voice burps into the air.
"aye you think the dates done already?" I turned around, nearly bumping into his chest. Istantly a dry feeling settles in my stomach.
"well uh, do you have something in mind ?" I try not to hint at anything weird, Im not looking for any shit like that, I guess.
"actually I do, there's new night light muesam that sounds pretty cool." A night light muesam? Really? Hitching up a smile, I grab his hand, if he wants to go so be it.
"well fuck it! Lets go!" I drag him off in a random direction, not quite sure where he's parked.
"whoa whoa whoa wrong direction- Wrong direction!"
suddenly Im being heaved backwards, tripping backwards. I fly into his chest, ligthly coughing as the breath is knocked out of me. How fucking hard can one chest be? I thought that was myth about 'rock hard' chests.
"yo you really need to fatten up a little bit. That hurt." I playfully glower at him.
"hm never had anyone tell me to fatten up before? Mmm... no, sorry but I cant kick ass and be fat. That's just not how that works. Besides, im already two hundred pounds." My mouth drops as he starts doing kicks, his leg lifting painfully high. All whilist walking in the direction towards the car.
"you cant be two hundred pounds, youre so thin, and hard... and not like that!" I exclaim crouching, and then pinching his non-existent fat.
and he ate all that food, where does he fucking put it? I scratch my chin as he slaps away my hand with a giggle. Did he just... giggle? Smirking, I take advantage of the moment. Ambushing Neon, I sieze the moment, instantly wrapping my arms around his waist I start the tickle ambush. Instantly he manages to somehow pry my hands from his cackling sides. Runnng into a blue truck, I watch with hands on my hips.
"what are you scared?!" I yell sarcastically as i walk over.
Opening the door, I stare at him with a mischivious glint in my eyes.
"NOT in the truck, I don't want to die because I got tickled" he griamced at the tickle part, I on the other hand bursted out with a guffaw.
"oh come on, imagine how fucking funny that'd look in the paper: Local man dies by tickle fight. You can't deny that, that's not hilarious!"
"okay, sure, real funny, but if im going out you're coming with me. And then im going to annoy your ass as we get locked out of heaven."
"well sometimes that just how it be, and im sure you'll get into heaven, I on the other hand, am getting the golden goose treatment." Like normal my hands flail around as I talk, everything always having an almost picturesque tone to it.
Starting the car, we drive away to the n
Twiddling my thumbs I continue my long stare out the window. Its been 30 minutes since we left the resteraunt. Glancing hesitantly at the shift stick, I swallow heavy.
"so... how far away is the night light place?" my voice cuts through the heavy silence.
"mmm... maybe another 30 minutes, it's a lil' ways away. Why, you getting tired?" his voice is calm, yet a happy tease.
"no, its just that we've been driving for a while, and I don't even know where I am? Like what happens if we break down? What if we get held up by a biker gang? What if a giant zebra-"
"Red, look, I know where we're going, and I know some people that can tow us if –"
"what if our phones suddenly die?"
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The Secret Rebel (Rough Draft)
General FictionMay Red is troubled and addictive. May Red doesn't know how to help herself. May Red is killing herself. Little does she know... This is just the start. I'm not very good at descriptions. So I'll probably be changing this a few times over time...
