"Ah. Nicholas. Do me a favor and don't be annoying; I'm having a good day."

As usual, he chuckled and sat down next to me, and as usual, Jamie appeared out of nowhere. "HAH!"

I stared at her.

"HAH. So, whatcha two lovebirds talking about?"

Nicholas coughed. "Can I kick her?"

I stared at him.

"So, when's the wedding?" Jamie asked, apparently having a great day. Nicholas kicked her. Missed. Kicked again. Missed.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, returning to my sketchbook. "Children."

The Jamie suddenly looked at me. "Eh? I thought you take schoolbus?"

"The Uncle can't come today. My mother is coming to pick me up."

"Oh."

"Mmhm."

"Indeed."

"Yeah."

"..."


"So, whatcha doing?"

I sighed, silence broken once again. Then, to be more specific, Jamie asked, "So, Nicholas, you like her?"

He coughed again, choking on his waterbottle. He stared at it. The water stared back at him. "It's not wine. I'm not hallucinating. Good Lord Jamie what kind of question is THAT?"

"The most reasonable question ever."
Nicholas rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed. Then a horn sounded, and a shiny black Mercedes pulled up on the sidewalk. S-class. Jamie winked, smiled, and hopped into the car, zooming off.






(( AN: I think this was a very [exaggerated] and modified version of a conversation I had with three of my sextastic buddies a few years ago? after band practice.))