Arcadia: Amorphous

Chapter 6: Rude Fight!!!

"Hey, it's David, David over here!" That would be Donnie, of course making me David for those of you who don't know that this is my story yet. I mean come on, you're in my head how would I not be the main character, that just how shit goes. Who cares about what side characters are thinking, kidding, well mostly.

"Hey, guys." I sat down at a lunch table.

"So David why didn't we see you all day, you just up and vanished."

"Ya," Xander added "Where'd you go after homeroom?"

"Hell, did you know they saved a special place just for me?" It was not a real question. When a question is not real, slash, not mean to be answered it is called a rhetorical question. I mention this because I am 90% sure as shit can be, that Donnie does not understand what a rhetorical question is.

"No, I didn't know that, but I'm not too surprised."

"How surprised is 'too surprised,' Donnie?" Fuck yes, Xander's in. let the rhetorical questions fly.

"I don't know, like winning the lottery would be a huge surprise." Donnie continued in earnest.

"Can something less surprising still be too surprising, or is winning the lottery the least too surprising of a thing that can cause surprise?"

"Good questions David, furthermore can something you are not surprised by being too surprising too?"

"Excellent addition Xander, but my real question, and I think we're all thinking it is, can 3 surprising be 2 surprising too? I mean 3 surprising is more than 2 but is it too more than 2 or just enough more than 2, and if it's not what about 4?"

"I see your point David, 4 surprising is 2 more than 2, so would that make it too too surprising?"

"Just so you both know. I know what you doing and you're both dicks." Donnie stood up from the table.

"Donnie don't go, Xander's sorry."

Donnie looked at me, "What about you?"

"Oh, I'm an unapologetic asshole, devoid of any level of decency or self-reflection. Didn't we go over this already." He glared at me for a few moments. "Ya, I'm sorry."

"Fine, we're good." Donnie sat back down. "So really where were you?"

"I stuck around in Ozzy's hat-bitat, he was helping me make my first kest-al thing. See," I tossed my kestal out on the table.

"It's black?"

"Just like my sense of humor, possibly my soul, and one time my saliva." Don't chew pens kids, It's not worth it.

"Cool, Think Mr. Osborn's going to break it?" Donnie asked holding it up to the light.

"I've been there, he tried that. Not a scratch." Yes, my face was the picture of arrogant content, a smirk of pure self-satisfaction. "I mean sure it was my first ever attempt at making a kestal, and most of the kids in class had probably been practicing for a while but hey, when you got the skill you got the skill."

"That's possible, or it was the private one on one tutoring from a master kest crafter." Xander sneered.

"Maybe you just got lucky," Donnie added.

"Or, it's because his first kest came so late in life."

"Ya, like he didn't pick up any bad habits, you know cause he sucked so hard for so very long."

"Maybe you're both just hating on my raw talent." If I could see my reflection right now, the greeks would name a flower after me... It's a good solid reference, and anyone who doesn't get it can go look it up. Thought the boy in his own head to an imaginary audience.