Let's Burn Our Dreams Into the Skyline
Pure Boredom.
“Well that was fun for all of 5 minutes,” Ryland sighs, flipping through the channels.
“Now what?” Gabe asks airily, wiping some left over mud from his Nikes.
“I don’t know. Mall?” I suggest. Days like this are hell.
“Why not?” Max retorts. Everyone attempts to drag their sorry ass off the couch.
“Pete, we’re leaving,” I call up the stairs, tapping my foot impatiently as I wait for a muffled response.
“To where?” Pete appears suddenly at the top of the stairs.
“Mall. Where else?”
He looks around doggedly before yelling, “Wait up. I’m coming too.”
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“Gabe, stop staring at that girl’s tits!” Ryland exclaims rather loudly. A handful of girls turn around from their chairs to peer at him with a glare painted on their dainty little faces, disgusted.
“Fine,” Gabe mutters, “I’ll stare atttttttttttt-” his eyes scan the food court for something that will hopefully hold his attention for more than a minute, “That cat, and picture it naked.”
“… cats are always naked, Gabriel,” Max states bluntly.
“So?” He snorts.
“Why would you want to picture a cat naked anyway?” I ask, fearing his response.
He’s silent for a moment, thinking, before yelling, “Because I like pussy!”
And that is when we decided we were done with the food court for the evening.
“Ugh. Now what? Today is deathly boring,” Stepha states, followed by yet another sigh.
“Brain fart,” Ryland says monotonously, looking at Gabe. Gabe’s eyes light up, followed by Alex’s eyes lighting up and suddenly, their all racing to take their shoes off.
“Hold!” Alex yells and before I can blink 6 shoes hit Pete in the face. I look up and Gabe, Ryland and Alex are all skidding through the mall, shoeless.
“I are is figure skater!” Gabe screams.
A child who is walking by bursts into tears at the sight of this and personally, I cannot blame him.
“Now what?” Gabe asks airily, wiping some left over mud from his Nikes.
“I don’t know. Mall?” I suggest. Days like this are hell.
“Why not?” Max retorts. Everyone attempts to drag their sorry ass off the couch.
“Pete, we’re leaving,” I call up the stairs, tapping my foot impatiently as I wait for a muffled response.
“To where?” Pete appears suddenly at the top of the stairs.
“Mall. Where else?”
He looks around doggedly before yelling, “Wait up. I’m coming too.”
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“Gabe, stop staring at that girl’s tits!” Ryland exclaims rather loudly. A handful of girls turn around from their chairs to peer at him with a glare painted on their dainty little faces, disgusted.
“Fine,” Gabe mutters, “I’ll stare atttttttttttt-” his eyes scan the food court for something that will hopefully hold his attention for more than a minute, “That cat, and picture it naked.”
“… cats are always naked, Gabriel,” Max states bluntly.
“So?” He snorts.
“Why would you want to picture a cat naked anyway?” I ask, fearing his response.
He’s silent for a moment, thinking, before yelling, “Because I like pussy!”
And that is when we decided we were done with the food court for the evening.
“Ugh. Now what? Today is deathly boring,” Stepha states, followed by yet another sigh.
“Brain fart,” Ryland says monotonously, looking at Gabe. Gabe’s eyes light up, followed by Alex’s eyes lighting up and suddenly, their all racing to take their shoes off.
“Hold!” Alex yells and before I can blink 6 shoes hit Pete in the face. I look up and Gabe, Ryland and Alex are all skidding through the mall, shoeless.
“I are is figure skater!” Gabe screams.
A child who is walking by bursts into tears at the sight of this and personally, I cannot blame him.