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“Right … it does not,” April said, the words coming out more argumentative then she’d meant them to; if he’d been trying to push a button, he’d succeeded. “Maybe I will.”
“Don’t you wanna prove me wrong?” Not that he was expecting it, anyway. That little peek of it — her tone of voice harder than usual — was all that Nathan was going to get, or that was all he expected. April bounced back easily.
Disappointing. Hey, you ever see that video of that little girl who’s like, eight or something singing screamo on one of those shows? Sounds right up your alley.
Anyone ever tell you to go to hell? Screamo’s a shitty subset, ask someone who’s been to Hot Topic.
“Metal who …?” April asked, though her mumblings were easily overtaken by his ramblings; at which her cheeks grew a shade darker, having to glance around a moment before her eyes fell on a NO TRESPASSING SIGN – though she wasn’t sure if he’d actually seen it, or was just messing with her. Regardless, she shrugged at him. “I’m not a cop.”
“Dan? Fuckin’ 6’something, has this really jank beard? He looks like what you’d think of when you think of like— 80′s hair bands,” he trailed off, losing his steam at trying to describe it. Metal Dan was one of a few eclectic people around town. Nathan rubbed his hands on his jeans — hard, and he could feel the palms getting red. “Naw. The apple doesn’t fall from the tree applies, yeah? ‘less you go postal, which’ll definitely be the highlight of senior year.”
Humming as she stood on her tip-toes, eyeing the saliva on the ground as if it was really something to judge. “I’d say it’s a solid… six — which isn’t awful, but,” she pulled a face as she dropped back down to the balls of her feet. “I’ve seen better from you.”
“Shit, really?” Following Madison’s lead, he leaned over the sidewalk, slipping into the fire lane of the street while his toes extended over the lip of it. Nathan stepped on top of the wad of spit, “Okay what about now? Did that skill make it at least a solid seven?” Skill stood for clumsiness, and he peered to see her reaction.
Right. When are you gonna make your debut on one of those?
After I burn in hell, hopefully.
“I do unless you pay up.”
C’mon, Devon, can’t I get a free pass? Okay, whatever. Nevermind that. — It’s like five bucks, yeah?
“It was g r o s s …?” April answered hesitantly, knowing she had a 50/50 chance of giving him the answer he wanted, but also knowing he may very well pounce on her even if she gave him the answer he wanted.
“S’that all you have to say, Benson? I‘m not nearly as gross as metal Dan — no matter what you might think.” He inflected the scum of the earth tone he always used with April: angrier than with everyone else, words just a little faster. As much as he’d been told he needed to be more civil with April, the only people who noticed the change were his friends. “Feel free t’add on. Better yet, you wanna arrest me for fuckin’ trespassing?”
Didn’t even know he had one. Was it before or after his hit jam went number one on the charts?
Afterwards, it was somethin’ like one of those singing shows. You know the ones, like American Idol but different. You still get a recording soundtrack, like selling out before you can get famous.
“Man, if I could remember I’d tell you, everything’s kinda a big….b l u r , but that information about Stonewall is prime – probably would have made ‘im less of an asshole too.”
No shit everything’s a huge blur — better than getting wasted in the park, no consequences when you get A’s, anyways. What the fuck did he do? Gimme a briefing, might help me next time.
“You think that’s a new record?” Nathan dragged a finger against his lip, wiping the last of his spit from it. There was a barely visible loogie off of the sidewalk, and he slipped his cigarette back into his mouth, laughing, “Don’t think it is, people’ll get really fucking gross. And I’m not the metal dude who goes ‘round town, so— what’d you think?”
“I tried doing some uh.. moderately advanced cooking today but, yes, it turns out that all I can do is just pizza, after all.”
D’you mind if I steal one of them?
At least that one has clear instructions. No one even needs to watch a video for it. Plus it’s actually kind of catchy.
Still, though. Line dances are pretty useless in the whole scheme of things, ‘specially considering how that’s the only two things they did. “Cupid Shuffle” guy got kicked off this reality show, too.
“If anyone tells you you can’t be successful when you’re high tell them that your boy Jake just got an A+ on his history final!”
How’d all your shit come out? Did y’say something about how Stonewall Jackson could’ve built the first atom bomb if he tried shrooms?
I’ll be sure to ask him as soon as he’s done watching the Soulja Boy instruction video. I love learning new things.
You should shut it off before he’s brainwashed or somethin’. Say it’s more useless than learning the “Cupid Shuffle” — heard they played that one after everyone skipped out on Prom.
Camilla was very well aware of what might cause her status to crumble, and in Nathan’s case, what might cause her to crumble. She had heard about his temper and more so, experienced it from a young age when the Coffey’s would visit the Campbell residence, and it was not something she wanted targeted towards her. So she was polite to the extent she could be. She simply scoffed in response, not falling into his trap. “I bet,” she said simply in response. She glanced over at him, “I was just commenting—your body, not mine. Do what you will with it, as long as I don’t get cancer from secondhand smoking.”
A corner of his lip upturned, in either a sneer or a smirk. They both felt the same to him, but Nathan knew how this worked. He’d be able to tell what it was be Camilla’s expression, a quick burst of feeling in her eyes — that’s how it always was, and it made Nathan wonder what it was like to be so good at faking everything that seemed vital to him. Honesty, mostly. “Hey, C, what word comes to mind when I say Venus flytrap. Better yet, what is it when I say eight legged freak?” it was partly a jab, too obvious for him to say it was anything else. “You’re compartmentalizing, people don’t fuckin’ comment when teenagers are smokers. Besides, secondhand smoke cancer doesn’t actually exist. That’s what people say when they’re too ashamed to admit they used to smoke in college.”
I lost my iPod three years ago. Sort of miss it, I’ve been craving some of that post-mental break album again.
Youtube’s a thing, I’m sure your brother can teach you how to navigate it.
Pretty sure he knows how to use YouTube all by himself.
C'mon, Mac — play along for once, and it'd be better than me stealing it to see what Britney Spears shit you had on it.
