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Re: It's not exactly Hogwarts PT 2
(Anonymous) 2011-04-28 02:10 am (UTC)(link)Sonny’s parents aren’t exactly the fast food type, and as a result he stares up at the menu, trying to quickly come up with something before Joel catches on to his stereotypical rich breeding.
“Don’t have an aneurism, man.” Joel says behind him, “You look like you’ve stepped into the Twilight Zone.”
Sonny taps his fingers anxiously on the counter, and the cashier, Sofi, gives him a bored look, “What would you like, sir?”
“Uh,” He scans the menu one more time, “Chalupas…?” Sounds kind of fancy, so maybe it tastes good, right? Right.
“Would you like to make that a meal?” Sofi asks, and he swallows and stares. “You’ll get a taco and a drink.” She continues.
“Yes, he would like a meal, thanks.” Joel says and pushes him out of the way, ordering something called Volcano Nachos.
“So, Sonny” Joel starts and slumps into a hard plastic bench, gently setting his bag on the seat next to him, “I’ve been watching you, and you are nothing how I thought you’d be.”
Sonny sits down across from him and forces himself to let the watching thing go, unwrapping his own food and staring down at it. “Uh, thanks?” he says and takes a bite. “Holy jesus, this is amazing.”
“Well I mean, your family is one of the wealthiest right now, and both your parents are fucking alumni, so I thought you’d be more like,” Joel chews while giving Sonny a strange look, “Bitchy.” He finishes slowly. “You really like tacos, huh?”
“I guess,” Sonny thinks about what he said and tries to make his answer less pathetic, “You thought I’d fit in more?”
“Yeah, and this sounds kind of stalkery, but you really don’t.” Joel sounds a little impressed, and Sonny wants to throw himself in front of a truck. “Like, no one talks to you unless it’s to ask you to move.”
He can actually feel the self-esteem leaking out of his pores.
“It sounds really stalkery.” Sonny agrees weakly. He continues eating his tacos, which, how had he not known this existed, and contemplates the easiest way to escape the conversation.
“Why are you shoving this in my face?” He asks, sighing and scratching through his remaining hair.
Joel blinks at him, pausing his munching, “You wanna hang out?” He offers.
“You want us to hang out after you called me weird and unpopular?” Sonny
wants to shake him, try to loosen something sane from his mouth.
“We’re both weird and unpopular, it’s like an after-school special.” Joel explains, and sneaking some meat into his bag. “If we’re together though, we’ll just be weird.”
Sonny frowns, confused, and resists asking what an after-school special is. “That makes sense, I guess.”
“Damn right.” Joel gets up, throwing his tray on the garbage bin and standing next to the door. “Come on, I’ve got Final Fantasy and nothing else to do.”
“Final Fantasy is single player,” Sonny corrects, and carefully does the same with his own garbage. “This is a really efficient way to serve food.”
Joel gives him a confused glance before rolling his eyes, “it’s like you people are from a different planet.”
He herds Sonny out the door, yelling a farewell to the cashier, who makes a bored hum as they exit. “See, I’ve got friends.” Joel says once they’re outside, and Sonny just laughs at him.
Re: It's not exactly Hogwarts PT 2
(Anonymous) 2011-04-28 03:07 am (UTC)(link)Re: It's not exactly Hogwarts PT 2
(Anonymous) 2011-04-28 05:40 am (UTC)(link)