Post by Jed Fernandez on Feb 1, 2009 1:10:11 GMT -5
"Hey. I didn't know you were still here."
The door managed to shut itself before another folder flew outside. There was a grunt as a pen hit him full on the forehead, literally darting him. Blue merely escaped another attack aimed at his arm by ducking sideways.
He was not fuming. He was way past fuming. He was mad to the core. And that was because of a completely petty reason.
"That poor excuse for a girl hit me with a book!"
"Whoa. Calm down, okay?" Blue wanted to roll his eyes, but he didn't think that would help his friend, given that he was furious. Instead he stood up and walked to his immaculate kitchen thinking about offering him a cup of coffee--but then again, he didn't need it. He was already fuming, he repeated to himself.
How about ice cubes?
Sure. And face his wrath. Ha. Ha.
"What?!"
Right now he was maneuvering the television set, positively diverting his anger to the bowling match airing on some station. Blue sighed and grabbed a plate of cookies to offer his visitor. He was thinking of leaving him here alone again, but he thought of the possible scenario he would come home to and thought better. Around the entire flat were things far more important than the files thrown to him earlier.
"So what happened?" He inquired. He knew his friend would tell him sooner anyway. Why not play as the concerned friend? He was genuinely concerned, of course.
"I was walking down the street earlier, and this girl came up to me asking for a ride. I mean on my car! What the heck was she thinking!" His hands flew everywhere to express his disgust, wincing at the thought of the stranger that had 'attacked' him.
Blue kept a straight face and sipped slowly from his cup to prevent himself from saying something stupid. His glasses were blurred by the steam from his coffee. That at least masked his eyes.
"What did you say?"
"Well! I told her to go away. I wasn't going to let just anyone ride on my prescious car!" He was looking at Blue as if Blue was talking stupid things. Blue thought and couldn't find anything stupid in what he said.
'There were a million other things he could have said that would not put the girl off...'
"You aren't listening!"
"I am." He answered flatly. He snatched the remote which fell with a loud thud to the floor as his friend straightened up and slumped down the recliner once again.
"She even cursed me, you see!"
So that set him off. He had been cursed by a stranger whom he didn't entertain. Ha Ha. He was really entertaining, especially when he is red to the ears.
"The next time I see her, I swear I will make her remember everything about me." There was an inch of indifference hidden in his brown eyes. There was something he was planning to do.
"Do you know," Blue switched to a different channel just in time to catch the opening credits of an old film, "I think she'll remember you."
"She should!"
He knew he was going to face another hour or two about the reasons why the girl would never forget him, and Blue focused majority of his energy and attention to the tv screen instead. He was commenting at pauses, nodding and agreeing when the situation called for it, but most of the time he was concerned about the classic film airing in front of him. He could even relate the plot of the story if ever asked. He didn't catch the title, though.
"Blue?"
"Yeah?" He looked at his friend who was now comfortably ready to doze off any minute. The thing about him was that he was always exhausted after a 'tiring' afternoon. That at least was one thing less his worries.
"Honestly though, you think she'll remember?"
He looked at the clock. Jasper was due any minute, and the sight of him here would only make matters worse.
"Uh-huh."
"Nobody forgets Phil," were the last words before his eyelids finally closed.
"Nobody would ever forget Phil." Blue echoed as the doorbell rang.
The door managed to shut itself before another folder flew outside. There was a grunt as a pen hit him full on the forehead, literally darting him. Blue merely escaped another attack aimed at his arm by ducking sideways.
He was not fuming. He was way past fuming. He was mad to the core. And that was because of a completely petty reason.
"That poor excuse for a girl hit me with a book!"
"Whoa. Calm down, okay?" Blue wanted to roll his eyes, but he didn't think that would help his friend, given that he was furious. Instead he stood up and walked to his immaculate kitchen thinking about offering him a cup of coffee--but then again, he didn't need it. He was already fuming, he repeated to himself.
How about ice cubes?
Sure. And face his wrath. Ha. Ha.
"What?!"
Right now he was maneuvering the television set, positively diverting his anger to the bowling match airing on some station. Blue sighed and grabbed a plate of cookies to offer his visitor. He was thinking of leaving him here alone again, but he thought of the possible scenario he would come home to and thought better. Around the entire flat were things far more important than the files thrown to him earlier.
"So what happened?" He inquired. He knew his friend would tell him sooner anyway. Why not play as the concerned friend? He was genuinely concerned, of course.
"I was walking down the street earlier, and this girl came up to me asking for a ride. I mean on my car! What the heck was she thinking!" His hands flew everywhere to express his disgust, wincing at the thought of the stranger that had 'attacked' him.
Blue kept a straight face and sipped slowly from his cup to prevent himself from saying something stupid. His glasses were blurred by the steam from his coffee. That at least masked his eyes.
"What did you say?"
"Well! I told her to go away. I wasn't going to let just anyone ride on my prescious car!" He was looking at Blue as if Blue was talking stupid things. Blue thought and couldn't find anything stupid in what he said.
'There were a million other things he could have said that would not put the girl off...'
"You aren't listening!"
"I am." He answered flatly. He snatched the remote which fell with a loud thud to the floor as his friend straightened up and slumped down the recliner once again.
"She even cursed me, you see!"
So that set him off. He had been cursed by a stranger whom he didn't entertain. Ha Ha. He was really entertaining, especially when he is red to the ears.
"The next time I see her, I swear I will make her remember everything about me." There was an inch of indifference hidden in his brown eyes. There was something he was planning to do.
"Do you know," Blue switched to a different channel just in time to catch the opening credits of an old film, "I think she'll remember you."
"She should!"
He knew he was going to face another hour or two about the reasons why the girl would never forget him, and Blue focused majority of his energy and attention to the tv screen instead. He was commenting at pauses, nodding and agreeing when the situation called for it, but most of the time he was concerned about the classic film airing in front of him. He could even relate the plot of the story if ever asked. He didn't catch the title, though.
"Blue?"
"Yeah?" He looked at his friend who was now comfortably ready to doze off any minute. The thing about him was that he was always exhausted after a 'tiring' afternoon. That at least was one thing less his worries.
"Honestly though, you think she'll remember?"
He looked at the clock. Jasper was due any minute, and the sight of him here would only make matters worse.
"Uh-huh."
"Nobody forgets Phil," were the last words before his eyelids finally closed.
"Nobody would ever forget Phil." Blue echoed as the doorbell rang.