Junkpile!, chapter 3
Friday evening, after doing nothing all day, I head over to Jimmy's garage (the designated meeting place before going to Club Soda) and see this skinny guy, about my age, with spiky light brown hair, Tunny. He sees me and yells,
"So you're the perty one Jimmy was talking about." He then runs up to me and embraces me in some sort of a hug that is meant to hurt. "Jimmy" he yells again, "your perty new friend is here!"
Jimmy runs into the garage with a worried look on his face and yells, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!"
"Don't worry! He didn't do anything!" I cut in.
"Sorry," Jimmy says to Tunny who's now cowering behind his drum set. Jimmy turns to me and says "he has a compulsion to pull peoples pants down and other stuff."
A second later, Cara walks in, "What the hell is going on? I can hear screaming from down the street!"
"Oh nothing," Jimmy says, "May I introduce Travis."
"No Travis here" Tunny says in a raspy voice, "No Travis only Tunny!"
"I see" Cara replies cautiously.
"We have to leave now or we'll miss our bus." I say. So the four of us end up running for the bus but as soon as we make it on, Tunny sits right next to Cara and starts making puppy eyes. Disturbed, Cara pushes him off the seat, so Tunny turns to me and says,
"May I lick your ear?" Not quite sure what to say, I inch away from Tunny; suddenly Jimmy comes to save the day and smacks him across the head and yells,
"MINE!"
"Hey, hey, hey" I say, "what do you mean by mine?"
"The seat," Jimmy says, "it's the only one with padding left on"
"Oh" I say slightly disappointed. I shift my weight so I'm facing Tunny, "if you live in the same area as us how come we don't go to the same school?"
"Oh, I go to the evilness, private school, but I don't like it there, they don't let me dye my hair green. But now that Jimmy is here maybe I can convince my grandparents to let me go to Centennial High School with you gals." He then raises and drops his eyebrows for the sole purpose to disturb.
We finally get to Club Soda and the four of us fight our way to the front, to get a spot near the stage. Halfway through the show, Jimmy says (or yells, the music is really loud). "Wouldn't it be awesome to play here?
"Yeah, I know" you yell back "but right now my aspiration is just to try crowd surfing."
"So you're the perty one Jimmy was talking about." He then runs up to me and embraces me in some sort of a hug that is meant to hurt. "Jimmy" he yells again, "your perty new friend is here!"
Jimmy runs into the garage with a worried look on his face and yells, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!"
"Don't worry! He didn't do anything!" I cut in.
"Sorry," Jimmy says to Tunny who's now cowering behind his drum set. Jimmy turns to me and says "he has a compulsion to pull peoples pants down and other stuff."
A second later, Cara walks in, "What the hell is going on? I can hear screaming from down the street!"
"Oh nothing," Jimmy says, "May I introduce Travis."
"No Travis here" Tunny says in a raspy voice, "No Travis only Tunny!"
"I see" Cara replies cautiously.
"We have to leave now or we'll miss our bus." I say. So the four of us end up running for the bus but as soon as we make it on, Tunny sits right next to Cara and starts making puppy eyes. Disturbed, Cara pushes him off the seat, so Tunny turns to me and says,
"May I lick your ear?" Not quite sure what to say, I inch away from Tunny; suddenly Jimmy comes to save the day and smacks him across the head and yells,
"MINE!"
"Hey, hey, hey" I say, "what do you mean by mine?"
"The seat," Jimmy says, "it's the only one with padding left on"
"Oh" I say slightly disappointed. I shift my weight so I'm facing Tunny, "if you live in the same area as us how come we don't go to the same school?"
"Oh, I go to the evilness, private school, but I don't like it there, they don't let me dye my hair green. But now that Jimmy is here maybe I can convince my grandparents to let me go to Centennial High School with you gals." He then raises and drops his eyebrows for the sole purpose to disturb.
We finally get to Club Soda and the four of us fight our way to the front, to get a spot near the stage. Halfway through the show, Jimmy says (or yells, the music is really loud). "Wouldn't it be awesome to play here?
"Yeah, I know" you yell back "but right now my aspiration is just to try crowd surfing."
