I'm at the library. It's supposed to be quiet, but these two boys, who look about my age, maybe one a little older and the other a bit younger, keep blathering loudly about what they're playing. I'm going to go see.
It's some stupid roleplaying game on the internet. Stupid boys. They could be blogging.They told me they're brothers. It's easy to tell, they keep bickering about something.
School was canceled again. Oh joy. That gives me a lot of time to do nothing.
Lately, I've been reading this adorable manga called Emma. It's a Victorian England romance between a maid and a gentleman. I'm only on volume 3, but I'm hooked as it is.
The one boy who looks older finally left. The younger one has shut up.
Proof men alone are bliss but even two's a crappy crowd. Good god.
The put up a twilight "read" poster in the teen section. The end is nigh. Oh! I'm also here with my brother Joe and his friend from across the street.
Joe's friend is nice, but his brother is a butthole.We went to grade school together for like 2 years. He and I are literally neighbors, so when the music teacher said get a friend OR NEIGHBOR and dance with them, we'd always dance together or whatever it was the music teacher thought was cute.I bet you weren't as stupid as I was in grade school.
I'm getting looks from the younger guy across the way.The older dude still hasn't come back. that's good, right?
I spoke too soon. The older guy's back. You're not supposed to have food here, and yet they're sharing a bready something.I figured out, by the older one's talking, that the younger one's name is Josh. Not a very fitting name. He looks more like a...Daniel, or maybe a Drake or a Drew. Something like that...
They're talking about pokemon now. I think it's a pokemon rpg, Like the one my friend Devin used to obsess over. I'm a genius.
Josh seems to talk less than his brother.I'm going to name his brother Ben, since I don't know his real name right now.Ben's thumbnail has black nail polish on it. I know because he keeps leaning on the table with his fist against his cheek, the he lowers it quickly like theres something important on that screen he needs to tell Josh.
Just Tuesday, I saw another odd pair sitting at that same computer. They were a couple, I'd guess, in high school. It seems like the people inside the teen section get older as the day goes on. It's only about 1 right now, so...lots of character is to come. Anyways, they were on myspace, I think. The guy had a two lip piercings, each in either corner of his lower lip, and a typical emo shag. He kind of looked like Willam Sledd on emo pills because of his neon hoodie and his piercings. The girl next to him had long black hair and a piercing above her upper lip, near her nose. It was kind of like a Marylin Monroe style mole, except it was made of metal.
They always play the stupidest songs here. "Stacy's Mom" is currently playing faintly behind the drone of multiple people clicking and scrolling on the computers.
Ben left for a bit to check out. He could have used the self-checkout, but instead he went to the looonnng line at the front of the library. He came back, and they have switched computers for some odd reason. They've quieted down a little.
Boys.
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