A boy and girl were sitting next to one another but lost in a crowd. Her eyes, downcast, portrayed a hint of exaggerated sadness, but the boy semi-knew the truth so didn't placate her by dwelling on it.
The parade went by, I want to say wanna but will say want to, soundlessly, though it was infact very loud, loud as parades usually tend to be. She wanted the soundlessness for dramatic effect, inclining her feelings to him more uncomfortably. Though not unnaturally in the slightest. I think now that I'll fall in love with you, she said to herself inside, yawning casually so's to make him look up out of a corner eye. She's boring, he hummed to himself in a lie. It was easy to lie at this point. Especially when she's being so actively nondramatic about it all.
Les: So....
Misty: SO WHAT
Les: (holding his hands in front of him in defense) Hey! Whoa!.....
Misty: (imitating a horserider when he's nearly being bucked from a saddleback) WHOA! Whoooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!
(She makes a horrible grimace forcing Les the urge to puke & scream in terror, which is half of what she wants. The other half of her wants him to grab and pull her toward him in an erotic semi-rape display.)
Les rolls his eyes and lights a cigarette.
Hey, he points to a clown in the crowd. Isn't he wearing your shirt?
She's already stabbing an eye at him. Covertly, with the other, she searches for the clown. It's damn hard to move one eye at a time... she notices. He corners her and smiles in that 5 fucking thousand dollar smile of his.
Annoyed, she leaves. She has to check the missed connections. And there it is:
Woman in oversized basketball shoes. I was a tall man, dressed neatly in back (but that's what u would say! ; ) We made eye contact at the Parade Today. I saw you see me see you. Hit me up girl gotta get your number
Peace, Angello
She held her fingers to her temples and let out a brief puff of air.
At the parade, Les sits motionless, attempting to explain the situation to a pile of tired puppies on the sidewalk. They could relate to a bitch in a second, but could he?
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