cjcandy:
How was she supposed to respond to this kind. Her chewing gum brain felt the stretch it was making trying to connect all these sentences. She was beginning to get an understanding of who her roommate was. And well, despite calling himself cool, she wasn’t so sure the cool kids saved him a seat at the lunch table.
It was almost a metaphor.
So she sat there and listened finishing her slice of pizza. The last bite tasting like lemon meringue pie. Delicious.
“Oh you rap, Daniel?” Cj looked the boy up and down, very carefully. She wasn’t so sure she wanted to hear any of it. She likened her musical tastes to bubblegum pop. She had a feeling their music tastes would clash tremendously. And she couldn’t have that in the house while she was working now could she. So immediately she regretted asking the question.
So she took the opportunity when the conversation turned to dessert. “You’ve never eaten dessert? Why you poor, poor thing.” She was sickly sweet like syrup. The artificial kind that didn’t taste quite right. Not like the real deal. “Well we’ll be sure to remedy that. Trust me the only balanced diet is one that’s heaping with sugar in all categories.” She coos slightly, “And only the good shit’s allowed in this house.”
Dave was oblivious to CJ’s mind blanking. He was used to filling silence by himself, both in person and online. Having to entertain himself alone growing up did that to a kid. And even when he had people to entertain, they talked just as much as he did, or knew how to cut him off.
If he hadn’t just shoved another piece of pizza in his mouth, he would have started rapping right then and there. As it was, he had just shoved another slice of pizza in his mouth, so he was effectively blocked from rapping. And before he knew it, she’d moved onto another topic.
“I mean sure. I could go for some goddamn sweets. Maybe not all the time, I’m still a regular ass human being almost who needs more than just the sugar food group. Pretty sure most people gotta have, like, a balance of meat and bread and shit or whatever. Proteins, ya know. I ain’t about to waste away because you like candy and shit. Ah damn, you’d get along swell with my mom-sister’s alien girlfriend. She only, like, eats meat and candy. She’s got this crazy ass lollipop that makes you act all loony and shit, gives you a fuckin’ hang over when it’s all said an’ done. Used it at my actual sister’s wedding and it was a wild time. Swear to god I’d never touch that shit ever again. You’d probably like it, though. Maybe I can get Calli to send it over.”
