Is it just me or is seeing 12 year olds passionately making out on the playground as weird as I think it is?
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Is it just me or is seeing 12 year olds passionately making out on the playground as weird as I think it is?
How come?
You know, some might consider it a bad sign if you settle for someplace because it’s ‘enough’ for you. It’s certainly not enough for me. I want more. I wanna be where the people are. I wanna see, wanna see them dancing. Walking around on those…what do you call ‘em? Oh, feet.
I don't know. Too superficial and kind of stupid, I suppose.
Really? Why would it be a bad sign to just stick with what's enough for me? Just because I'm not one of those people always reaching for more? Because I don't see the problem in that. Wait, did you just start singing a Disney song?
No? Well, yeah?
I mean my room is on the second floor but I go downstairs…
Okay, in that case I get that you want the windows to be clean for people to be able to look inside.
….because I want the windows to look clean?
But I mean, to each his own, man. To each his own.
Do you live on the first floor?
Not a fan of compliments? Is that part of some new pseudo-modesty craze?
Quite the opposite. The town’s much more fun when you have a few enemies. Wait, why do you wanna stay anyway? I thought everyone was scrambling for an excuse to get out.
Pseudo-modesty-crazy? I don't think that's a thing, at least not for me. Compliments have just never been my thing, easy as that.
That's something I haven't heard before, but if you say so, maybe I'll decide to try it sooner or later. Are they? I don't know, I like it here. Sure, it's not the most exciting of places, but it's enough for me.
Well. They are, everyone is — but in this kinda situation, prolly not, huh? I get what cha’ mean.
Um - I’m sorry, my name’s Selina, don’t think I caught yours?
Well, yeah, I kind of get what you mean as well. Situations like these can always be either annoying or upsetting. Although that might be the same thing after all.
Oliver. It's a pleasure to meet you, Selina.
No, I didn’t say that at all. Say, are you drinking? I was making my way towards some fresh champagne if you’re interested. I’m not a fan of silent auctions anyway.
I'm not a big drinker, to be honest. Alcohol isn't my favorite thing, but I think I could accompany you to the champagne anyway.
You can take it whatever way, but to give it some context, I’m not really big on compliments. Don’t worry, I will - and I’ll make sure to tell them you sent me.
I'm not a big fan of compliments, so that doesn't really bother me. You think telling them means I have to move out of town? Because in that case, please don't.
Give them money and suddenly they’re good at everything.
And you're sure that's legal? In a way at least?
But that wouldn’t disinfect it,
and there would be water streaks.
And that's a problem because...? It works for me.
Oh no, you didn’t, please don’t worry. Aren’t you a gentleman. Okay, fine, but I owe you, and I don’t go back on my promises.
Are you new to town? I don’t think I could’ve forgotten a face like yours.
I don't think I'm much of a gentleman, am I? But it's nice to hear anyway, and I'll keep that in mind.
Not necessarily, I returned. But in a way you could say I'm more or less new - I don't run around too much, so that's maybe the reason why you haven't seen me.
So you’re not paying any of the neighborhood kids to do them for you?
Is that a possibility I should consider? I'm not sure neighborhood kids are really that good at taxes.
So I take it you’re not a fan of those jelly beans with nasty and nice flavours? I wouldn’t worry if I were you, though. Your virginal sense of adventure is still intact; there’s no fun in pranking someone who’s expecting it.
Can't say I am, no. Last time I tried them I was... very, very little. Pretty sure virginal sense of adventure isn't a compliment, but thank you anyway, I'm glad it's intact. Go prank somebody else then.
That’s very true, the value of objects really depends on the person. You could see and old dirty coat and think it’s not worth much but it could have an immense value to the person it belongs to.
Oh shush,you flatterer!
That's exactly what I was trying to say. Which is also the reason why I usually pick up anything I see somebody drop, it's safer than way and can keep a lot of people away from heartbreak.
The Windex bottle says it has more Butoxyethanol and just looks so much more convincing than this one with just the shiny window…but the generic is so much cheaper??
Do you feel my struggle?
Oh man, I can't say I do. I don't spend that many thoughts on how I clean my windows, water usually does it for me. Ever tried that?
Remember when you were a fat nobody with lots of problems to solve? Just because Savannah thinks you're the hottest thing that's walked this earth, doesn't mean you actually are, Oliver. You might have shed that extra weight, but all of your problems are still there. I'm excited to show everyone just exactly who you are.
Oliver didn't even waste a single second looking at his phone before accepting the call, clamping the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he continued to polish the dark brown wood of his cello. "Yes?", he asked, and furrowed his brows in confusion as there was no response for a couple of seconds.
But when the voice started talking, blurred and distorted and kind of sounding like somebody who was screeching, his body stopped all movements. His blood froze in his veins an he just stared out of the window of his bedroom, wondering how on earth the person on the other line could know about his past. He had returned to Savannah to realize that nobody recognized him, and while that hadn't been his plan, it certainly had been nice to just forget all the problems and the past.
Now it looked like it wouldn't be that easy anymore. "Who's there?", he asked, his voice suddenly hoarse, his throat dry. The reply was a beeping as the caller hung up. Oliver pulled his phone from his shoulder and stared at the phone, at the unknown number he couldn't call back. "What the fuck?", he whispered into the silence of the room, hoping this had been just a prank, a dream, and not at all reality.
What about taxes?
Works for me. I'm not really thinking too much about them, I have to admit that.