Post by Steven Stone on Jun 21, 2012 1:47:25 GMT -5
Okay, so this'll probably remain unfinished for quite a while, as I'll probably get out of the tone/story, and then continuously obtain Writer's Block whenever I try to start back up again, but here goes...
Also; if you get the chance, please send me a message on your thoughts...! ~Thanks for reading! ^-^
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"That'll be $3.50, please."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Sir, you bought a french vanilla espresso and then nagged at me how you 'shouldn't have to pay until after you bought it, in case you didn't like how we made it'."
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean 'what do I mean'? Everyone stood in line behind you looking at you like you were crazy. Then you sat down in an irritable mood, drank your espresso, then came up here to pay for it. If you have some ridiculous explanation this time, I'm calling my manager."
"Okay... I'm sorry... Here..."
I pay the cashier the $3.50 for the espresso I just inevitably bought and drank, and walk outside to think about what just happened.
Why would I buy an espresso...? I don't even like them, or anything related to coffee...
My mind seemed to be blank. For some reason, I couldn't remember anything before paying for the espresso...
As a matter of fact, I couldn't remember anything after I left my house this morning up until just now. I was walking out of my house, and the next thing I know, I'm paying for my drink.
I look around, confused. Cars passed by in the street, and people walked past me. Everything seemed normal. As normal as it should have been before I bought that espresso.
My phone vibrates. I reach in my left-front pocket, pull it out, and answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hey. You're not still mad at me are you?"
"Who is this?"
"This is Grant."
"I... I don't think I know you..."
"What are you talking about? You just got done yelling at me about 15 minutes ago."
"But..."
"Check your phone..."
I do as directed, and coincidentally, the number he's calling from is sitting there in my history; but it's not saved.
"Do you see it?"
"Yeah, but why did I yell at you?"
"Because you didn't want to hang out with me just because I was bringing your ex."
"My ex?"
"Yes your ex! You know, Brenda?"
"Who's Brenda?"
"Oh my goodness! Are you okay Spencer?! Why are you acting like this?! I told you I was sorry!"
"Wait... My name's not Spencer..."
"Yes it is!"
"No it's not. It's Justin."
"Okay. You know what? Just don't talk to me anymore, okay Spencer? If you're just going to lie to me, we might as well just not be buds! I couldn't care less---"
He hangs up in an obviously angered way.
Who was that? And why did he call me Spencer...?
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I enter the driveway in my Chevy Silverado.
At least I know where my house is...
I walk up to the door, unlock it with the second to only key on my key chain, and head inside--- Until I hear a car pull up behind me. A police car. With his lights on.
He gets out of his car and pulls out his gun.
"Freeze!"
Also; if you get the chance, please send me a message on your thoughts...! ~Thanks for reading! ^-^
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"That'll be $3.50, please."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Sir, you bought a french vanilla espresso and then nagged at me how you 'shouldn't have to pay until after you bought it, in case you didn't like how we made it'."
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean 'what do I mean'? Everyone stood in line behind you looking at you like you were crazy. Then you sat down in an irritable mood, drank your espresso, then came up here to pay for it. If you have some ridiculous explanation this time, I'm calling my manager."
"Okay... I'm sorry... Here..."
I pay the cashier the $3.50 for the espresso I just inevitably bought and drank, and walk outside to think about what just happened.
Why would I buy an espresso...? I don't even like them, or anything related to coffee...
My mind seemed to be blank. For some reason, I couldn't remember anything before paying for the espresso...
As a matter of fact, I couldn't remember anything after I left my house this morning up until just now. I was walking out of my house, and the next thing I know, I'm paying for my drink.
I look around, confused. Cars passed by in the street, and people walked past me. Everything seemed normal. As normal as it should have been before I bought that espresso.
My phone vibrates. I reach in my left-front pocket, pull it out, and answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hey. You're not still mad at me are you?"
"Who is this?"
"This is Grant."
"I... I don't think I know you..."
"What are you talking about? You just got done yelling at me about 15 minutes ago."
"But..."
"Check your phone..."
I do as directed, and coincidentally, the number he's calling from is sitting there in my history; but it's not saved.
"Do you see it?"
"Yeah, but why did I yell at you?"
"Because you didn't want to hang out with me just because I was bringing your ex."
"My ex?"
"Yes your ex! You know, Brenda?"
"Who's Brenda?"
"Oh my goodness! Are you okay Spencer?! Why are you acting like this?! I told you I was sorry!"
"Wait... My name's not Spencer..."
"Yes it is!"
"No it's not. It's Justin."
"Okay. You know what? Just don't talk to me anymore, okay Spencer? If you're just going to lie to me, we might as well just not be buds! I couldn't care less---"
He hangs up in an obviously angered way.
Who was that? And why did he call me Spencer...?
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I enter the driveway in my Chevy Silverado.
At least I know where my house is...
I walk up to the door, unlock it with the second to only key on my key chain, and head inside--- Until I hear a car pull up behind me. A police car. With his lights on.
He gets out of his car and pulls out his gun.
"Freeze!"