Loner is the new black
Who: live4themoment and open to anyone else who might be hanging around a diner before a party.
What: Contemplating party pros and cons
Where: Diner in Lima
When: Saturday night
Rating: PG
Jack had heard there was some back to school party in the works. He had a fleeting invitation to it, too, but he hadn't been convinced from the start if he wanted to show up or not. He couldn't remember the last time he went to a party or if he would even still had the stamina for one. Pretty pathetic, considering he was only sixteen years old. Some days he just felt like he was eighty, though, and needed false teeth and grandpa slippers, so that probably had something to do with it. As one of Mr Ryerson's best customers, though, he couldn't really complain. For purely medicinal purposes, of course.
Now he was sitting in the local diner nursing a glass of coke with an untouched burger and fries nearby, around the same time the party was probably kicking off. The diner was on the quiet side, so a lot of the school kids were probably on their way to the party. Scrunching his nose up and leaning forward to bite the end of the straw, Jack just couldn't help but wonder if staying here and hogging the jukebox was a better prospect. No crowds, so loud thumping music. Still, it was the social aspect, wasn't it? It wasn't like his burger was going to smile at him and make conversation, and he really didn't need to start honing skills of shutting himself off from everyone. The party just sounded like so much effort. Right now, he was hovering more around the not going than getting off his ass and heading over there.
What: Contemplating party pros and cons
Where: Diner in Lima
When: Saturday night
Rating: PG
Jack had heard there was some back to school party in the works. He had a fleeting invitation to it, too, but he hadn't been convinced from the start if he wanted to show up or not. He couldn't remember the last time he went to a party or if he would even still had the stamina for one. Pretty pathetic, considering he was only sixteen years old. Some days he just felt like he was eighty, though, and needed false teeth and grandpa slippers, so that probably had something to do with it. As one of Mr Ryerson's best customers, though, he couldn't really complain. For purely medicinal purposes, of course.
Now he was sitting in the local diner nursing a glass of coke with an untouched burger and fries nearby, around the same time the party was probably kicking off. The diner was on the quiet side, so a lot of the school kids were probably on their way to the party. Scrunching his nose up and leaning forward to bite the end of the straw, Jack just couldn't help but wonder if staying here and hogging the jukebox was a better prospect. No crowds, so loud thumping music. Still, it was the social aspect, wasn't it? It wasn't like his burger was going to smile at him and make conversation, and he really didn't need to start honing skills of shutting himself off from everyone. The party just sounded like so much effort. Right now, he was hovering more around the not going than getting off his ass and heading over there.