"what the hell do you know Edward?" Harold scoffs,
"Lots. Well, I can't tell you right now, I must go." Edward giggles looking down while kicking at a piece of glass on the ground, then looking back up at us with daring eyes, "I hope to see you guys at the Jewish church in a bit, it's Donna Blitstein's Bat mitzvah, and well, there's a book there, waiting to be opened."
Edward smirks and backs out of the store doors creepily,
"Oh, um, what?" Bill gives a confused look,
"Maybe that creep is right" Harold sighs,
"What?" I look over at Harold,
"We should go."
"What?! Why??"
Harold looks at me seriously, I see in his eyes, the answer is written.
"Shit. Hold up," I say starting to sweat,
"Y-you...""Yes," Harold's voice breaks, "Donna is pregnant, with my child."
"HAROLD" I almost choke on shock and surprise all in one,
"All the fucking time, Soldings, I swear, you never know when to stop." Jonathan shakes his head,
Harold looks down, sobbing, then looks back up, looking in my eyes,
"I've told you Navie, in the start..when I said I lost my virginity to a girl...it was D-donna.""Jesus Christ Harold, you know what her parents will do to her if they find out!"
I say wide-eyed,"What will they do?" Bill asked looking a little scared,
"In West Tun... Jewish people..the parents...they...will burn and sacrifice the female children that get pregnant under 25." I look down,
"No..way." Bill turns pale,
"Oh yeah Jonathan--" I look behind us where Jonathan was standing, to just find him gone, "where'd he go?"
"Over here" Jonathan waves, standing at the cashier counter as a woman with a familiar blonde ponytail pays for a few outfits gently laid on the counter,
"Your outfits are paid for Bill, so go ahead and get any of these bad boys on, and run across the tun town community if you want."Jonathan smiles as he thanks the woman in red for shopping at the store,
The woman smiles back, the red lipstick on her lips make me almost faint, I see a glimpse of her face and that was what made me suddenly hurl.
I bend over, letting it all out, the vomit splatters all over the floor.
"NAVIE" Bill shouts,
"Oh my God." Jonathans eyes widen,
I look up again to see the woman in red gone, but the outfits still lay there on the counter where Jonathan stands,
I look over at Bill after I finish throwing up all over the nice sparkling floor,
"Y-your cousin!" I say, feeling a bit dizzy,
"Yeah.. Uhm..she gives off a very unwelcoming vibe...a disturbing one too, sorry about her." Bill looks away looking a little hurt,
"W-Wait, w-w-we're still g-going to the c-church?" Sam looks at me with his big pure green eyes,
"Yeah, Bill, go in the change rooms and change your outfit, heavens forbid Harold's REPUTATION MUSTN'T get ruined." I roll my eyes, wiping my mouth as I watch Jonathan begin moping the floor,
"Speaking of that church.. Jonathan, doesn't Kyle Bing work here with you?""Yeah, he had to leave early because of the Bat mitzvah, I guess every one of them left because of that thing." Jonathan nodds,
"Explains a lot." Harold sighs sadly,
I look down and see Jonathan pull the mop pail away from the corner of my eye
After being trapped in my thoughts, sitting on the bench near the change rooms beside Sam while Harold went off to arm wrestle Jonathan,
I hear the sound of a door creaking open, i look up, my eyes almost pop outta there sockets from the sight of Bill's outfit,
The striped primary-colored button up shirt and the light blue jeans really suit Bill, the Nike shoes made it stand out as well, I just hope Harold considers this "rich" like.
"Harold! he's out!" I call out,
"Finally-- holy shit." Harold's jaw drops in shock,
"well..?" Bill looks down, suddenly self-conscious
"you look.." Harold begins, "Amazing!"
"..oh thank god." Bill's facial expression changes to relief.
"lets head out now, after this bullshit we can go out to eat." Harold says heading towards the door as the three of us follow.
YOU ARE READING
Her (Rewrite of PEGGY)
De Todo[1984] "ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ɴᴏᴡᴀᴅᴀʏꜱ." ᴍᴏʟʟʏ ᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜꜱꜱ, ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ, "ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏ ɢᴏᴅ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ɢɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ...