Hall Breezer : Great lil drabbb. Reminds me of spending weeks trying to catch that damn Feebas. Didn't ol B Boy have one in HLBMA? It's been too long since I have read it thoroughly.
Kanabanana - Well tbh, I was in a hurry to get to school. I didn't want it to end right there, but if you bear with I shall get around to the add-on. And my grammar skills are not that bad, I shouldn't have hurried.
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First off, I am really thinking about giving this story it's own thread, it's becoming a one shot, but for the time being, I'll post it hear in sections to get it checked and maybe get some ideas, of course accrediting the idea person.
DRabble Dabble~!@%~!@#
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The waitress walked behind the counter, and began to crack a few eggs to prepare the three skippers their meal. Joe began listening to his iPod again, tuning out of the world for a short while. He looked up noticing it was only 8:40, but the sky had turned into a bleak gray tint, and in the distance he could see some distant lightning, but it was a good 20 miles off. May had been organizing her purse, separating her packs of gum from containers of lipstick and other facial docter-ups. Brendan was lost in a book he was reading,
Deliver Us From Evil.
To the right, was an old jukebox. The usual for a Waffle House. May was hurrying up with her tidying and started to search for a few quarter dollars. Brendan noticed her picking out dimes and nickles, and spoke up, asking her what she was in search of.
"Hey May, you loose something?"
"No..No I just wanted to find a few quarters and listen to a little music from the jukebox."
"Well, hey I have a few, why don't we go over there and pick some songs out. I got four, two songs each sounds fair right?"
"Yes! I'll be so grateful, let's go!" she dashed over to the machine, fifty cents in hand. Brendan slowly rose from the chair and proceeded to the jukebox, grinning as May pressed her face upon the glass covering the track list.
She looks like a little child he thought to himself.
Joe was back at the table, eying the beverages the country waitress had brought. A coke, a coffee, and a water. He got right down to the caffine brew, he needed a good taste in his mouth. He looked towards the right, seeing the two friends browsing a music menu. Joe debated on rather to call them to the table, or let them have a little fun. He felt around his pocket, and his finger tips came across a single quarter. He knew what song to pick before they departed.
"Let's see... I like Maniac... who's that one by, Brendan?" spoke the brunette lassie.
"Umm... Michael Sembello.... You like 80's music?"
"I like all music! Should I pick that one?"
"It's a little early for a dance mix, but if you want to I don't see why not."
She dialed the number for the track, and pressed enter. Brendan felt so embarrassed, even though the restaurant was a desolate wasteland at the moment. She next choose Strawberry Wine. The white-haired kid felt like dying. Joe was grinning ear to ear at his homie, who was suffering from a strong wave of corniness. At least he could choose a couple of songs to redeem himself. Brendan saw quite a few songs of his taste. Young Lust, a song from one of the most well-known artists, Pink Floyd. Next he selected Jeremy, a hit from the album Ten, preformed by Pearl Jam. Sadly, May didn't see him take his pick, she had returned to the table to enjoy her water, and the breakfast was laying out. The oatmeal that he had ordered resembled mush. Joe was chewing on a piece of the omelet, and salvaging its flavor.
"Hey, why'd you walk off May?" he asked sheepishly
"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot you had to pick a few. I still get to hear them though."
Awkwardness fell between the two, but Brendan spoke up to say, "It's ok, only took me a second."
Joe took a bite of bacon and went to the jukebox, selected a quick song, and came back to the table grinning.
While they waited to get their money's worth of music, Brendan forced himself to eat the bowl of mush, it had no flavor and was almost like a slime in his mouth. He knew he would barf it up later. May was laughing at his grimaced face, and patting his back, mimicing the country waitress. "You gonna be ok, hun?" she giggled and rubbed his back. Brendan was rather enjoying the massage. Five more spoonfuls to go, and no coke to wash it down.
We're no strangers to love, you know the rules and so do I... echoed over the Waffle House sound system. Joe lost it as May and Brendan realized they had just been rick rolled. They both began to laugh at Joe, who's face was apple-red, and tears poured from his eyes. The waitress eyed them all, feeling a bit of uneasiness within herself. She startled herself when Joe grabbed the ticket, and went to the register to pay it. Oddly enough, he didn't flirt, grabbed his change, and made his way to the door. They all bidded her a good day, and jumped into Brendan's truck.
"Thanks Joe for paying for the meal." said Brendan, as he unlocked the doors with his remote.
"Not a prob at all, was glad to make amends for my sneak attack." He replied as he climbed into the backseat.
Once Joe was in, Brendan helped May get into her seat, and was returned with a smiling gesture as he shut the door. Brendan got into his seat, pulled down the steering wheel, and backed up. "To the mall we shall go!" he proclaimed. Before they knew it, they were back on the open road.
The familiar sound of roaring tires filled the cab as Brendan, May and Joe rode towards the Grande Mall. It had just opened a few weeks back, with a beautiful artistic touch, breath-taking scenery, a botanical garden, and many outlets.
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I used iTunes, had to search 10 minutes to find out what they ordered for drinks XD Im so forgetful.
Mariachi - I just got to reading your little piece of writing, and frankly I had to smile a little. 'Twas gud.
