Let's Stay Strangers

The Interaction

"Really?" I say with a agitated grin.

He chuckles at my anger.

"Yeah, we all know you're mean, " he says wiping a fake tear out of his eye.

"I'm the mean one, really, look in the mirror, "

He starts laughing harder than before, then ends it with a stream of coughs, covering his mouth with his elbow.

"Wow," Collen says obviously surprised, "I thought you were dying or something, "

"And you didn't do anything, " he questions him with a confused look.

"Well, your so old I thought, maybe it was your time, "

I burst into laughter.

"I really wish that it wasn't illegal to beat the heck out of someone, "

"Ok ok, we don't want the police showing up now do we, " Jace tries to ease the anger.

"No," I put my arm in front of Jace, "I wanna see where this goes, "

Jace turns to me, "What, NO!"

"Wow," Jeremy says, "Exhibit B, "

I smack my lips, "Whatever, " I say hurrying out of the door, "I have to go home now, see y'all tomorrow, "

"See ya, " They all say in unison as I walk out.

I get into my car not thinking at about anything, at least nothing important.

"Wow, I miss you already, " I hold a small picture that I printed out, of the chick-fil-a I was just in.

Since my house is only walking distance, I get there quite quickly, and as I walk up to the door I hear:

"WHY CAN'T YOU DO ONE SIMPLE TASK!?"
"YOUR THE ONE THAT-"
"WHAT DID I DO, HUH!?"
"DON'T INTERRUPT ME!"

"I can't even discern who's voice is who's, "

I walk back down the trail that leads to my door and grab my skateboard that's on the side of my house, and start to ride it down the center of the street.

"Fly me to the moon, " I sing to myself, "let me play among the stars, "

I hop off my skateboard, pick it up, and hold it under my arm, putting my earbuds in with the other hand, while walking to the side walk.

"Why don't I listen to that song, " I say to myself, "Instead of sounding like a dying cat,"

A pinecone drops from the tree I'm under and hits me quite hard on the head, while turning on the song.

"I mean, a dying cat is kinda harsh, doncha think?" an anonymous voice comes from the top of the tree.

I look up to see a guy in the tree holding a pinecone, and my eyebrow raises in suspicion.

"Excuse me, who are you, and did you throw that pinecone at me just now, cause we can fight, " I threaten the guy.

He smirks and jumps down from the highest place I've ever seen anyone jump from, but doesn't seem to be hurt.

"My names, Nixen," He puts his hand out for me to shake.

I look at his hand, then at him, then I back up.

"You didn't answer my other question,"

"And what was that?" he says with his eyebrows raised.

"Did you throw that pinecone at me, cause if so we can fight, dude, "

"Is that really important for me to answer though?"

"Yes!"

"Mmhm, No I don't think so, "

"Did you throw the pinecone or not?"

"I don't know, did I?" he looks mischievous.

"Bro, just tell me,"

"Maybe if you'd ask nicely, " he looks expectant.

I roll my eyes, "Please tell me, did you throw that pine cone at me or not, " I pause for a second then smile, "Cause if so, we could definitely fight,"

He laughs, "Yes ma'am I did throw the cone of pine at you, " he says in a British accent.

What the heck is wrong with this dude, is he on drugs or something?

"Yeah you're weird and I don't mess with that, "

He smiles at me, and I sit waiting for him to respond, then he says:

"I'm wierd," He questions me as if he doesn't know, "How am I wierd, you're the one with the word chick-fil-a painted on the bottom of your skateboard, "

I look at my skateboard, then turn it to the front so he can't see the "chick-fil-a" paint on it.

He giggles, "I'm just kidding, everyone loves chick-fil-a, but that is a bit weird, "

"Well you're the one who started talking in a British accent out of nowhere, "

"Is that so weird?"

"Well it's definitely not normal, "

His front door opens and a woman, who I'm guessing is his mother, says:

"Nixen, it's time to come inside sweetie, "

He looks at her then at me,

"Hopefully you'll skateboard down the street again tomorrow," he says expectantly.

"I don't know, "

He sighs, "I'll be out here at 4:00, tomorrow,"

"Won't you have school at that time , how old are you?"

"I'm Homeschooled," he says walking to into his house, "see you tomorrow,"

"I never," I'm interrupted by the door slamming shut, "agreed,"

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