Our lives

T w e n t y

~ Clarence ~

“I saw the posters by the way—since when did you hang out with the garbage? Trust me it does suit you.”

I rolled my eyes and chucked my school bag onto my bed.

“It’s great to know that the whole school knows about me now and how they got a photo? I told you yesterday stupid!”

“You never mentioned any camera.”

I sighed. Well the flash I presumed was a camera but I wasn’t sure at the time.

“Well I do recall a flash when I was getting out of the dump but other than that- I have no idea!”

“Banana peels do suit you though..Ow!” I gave him a playful punch in the shoulder.

“Mind your words ___or you will be the one in the—Dylan hey! Have you seen--” I watched as Dylan walked straight past me, into the boy’s room (I slept on the couch) and slammed the door.

“Puberty…?”

“I’ll talk to him.”

“I’ll phone Katie?”

I grabbed my brick of a nokia and jumped on my beautiful fluffy baby, the couch.

“1 ring, 2 rings, 3 rings.. 4 RINGS OKAY REALLY—oh hey! What’s going on-- ?”

“Does Dylan hate me?”

“Woa! Calm your farm. One, what did you do, two, trust me Dylan would never hate you.”

She took a deep breath before giving a speech that shared the same time-span as ‘I had a dream’.

“I swear you are on Home and Away and I’m the awkward supporting best friend who just ends up annoyingly nosy… Anyway that aside, where did all the drama come from?”

“I told you. If you mess with Flynn OR Jason, you are going to pay for it.”

“Well Dylan looks pretty hurt so maybe wait a bit before apologizing. Meanwhile have a hot chocolate and watch some movies. Generally I would come over to see you but I reckon you need some alone time after such a day.”

“Yea that sounds good. See ya!”

“Bye.”

I hung up the phone and collapsed back onto the couch before Tristram entered, his hand on his forehead given the impression that he was stressed out.

“I heard about what happened from Katie. Is Dylan coping?”

“He is pretty—very depressed but he will get over it.”

“Giving him alone time?”

“Yea I reckon.”

“Good idea, how ‘bout we go past Ben & Jerry’s and grab something for a treat.”

“Bags not paying!”

“Mean!” I stuck my tongue out.

“2 chocolate, 1 mint, 1 honeycomb and 1 vanilla.”

“Vanilla, really? That is so boring!”

“Says the one eating the ice-cream flavor with a name including a bee product and a hairstyling tool.”

“But it tastes better and sounds better—“

“Here are your ice-creams. You guys are such a cute couple!” Tristram and I froze and stared at the ice-cream lady and she continued to smile, oblivious of the situation.

“Umm thank you?”

After walking together in awkward silence for another 5 minutes I finally decided to make the whole situation much better.

“Surfing?”

After dropping our stuff off at the minivan, we arrived at the beach to find a the ‘surf’ baron.

“Great.” I muttered before dropping my board and lying upon it.

“You know we can still go out there.”

I opened one eye. “Too far.” I said reaching out towards the ocean and dropping my hand soon after.

“We’ll see.”

It took me a few seconds for me to register what he said and before I could even reply I was being dragged into the surf.

“Put me down you idiot!”

“Sorry princess but not today.” He replied before chucking me into the frosty water.

“Heh, heh.” I slowly rose out of the water covered with sand and my hair all in my face as I let my inner demon take control.

I grabbed Tristram’s ankle but he soon wriggled from my release and dived into the water with his surfboard as I followed him at top speed.

The next 10 minutes was filled with failures and non-successful capsizes and once we had returned to shore, we dried of and headed to our minivan.

Tristram and I, mouths agape and fists clenched stare at our beloved minivan.

“Finn Hue and Jason Grosvenor. I may not know where you are right now, but trust me, I will find you.”