NaNoWriMo (if I can still even call it that...)
I was working on this story for NaNoWriMo, but I didn't have enough time to finish it because of projects and school stuff. I have about sixteen pages written, a loose plot guideline, and a few very specific scenes that I want to occur later some time, so far. I figured that perhaps, if you are interested, you could take a look and let me know what you think. I'm hoping this story doesn't turn out to be too cliched or stereotypical. I know from reading fanfiction that every idea you could possibly have has already been done. It's just how you do it that makes you different or remotely unique. I'm giving this my best, but I haven't gone back and edited things much. I mean, I've (hopefully) caught all spelling and grammar stuff, but I haven't gone back and re-worked anything. So if there's anything that you think is too boring, vague, or unrealistic, let me know.
Marten was woken up by the familiar sound of a 1996 Jeep Grand Cherokee honking loudly outside his window. “Shit,” he groaned. As per usual, he had fallen asleep listening to Death Cab for Cutie, and had failed to be waiting for his ride to work.
Marten rolled off of his bed and stuck his head out the open window. “Five minutes,” he told his best friend.
“Make it quick, Ellis,” Jason responded. “If we’re late again you get your third violation.”
“Like I’d die forever if I was fired from Blockbuster,” Marten mumbled, pulling his work shirt over his head. He checked his reflection in the mirror for any glaring mishaps, like his underwear sticking out, holes in the shirt, or dirt on his face. Somewhat pleased with his appearance, he grabbed his wallet and cell phone and ran downstairs.
“Marten, where’s my kiss?” his sister yelled from the kitchen. He ran back inside and kissed his seven-year-old sister on her little blonde head.
“I’ll be home by ten, Jenny. Mom’ll be home in ten minutes. Stay inside until she gets back and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he said quickly, before slipping out the door.
“That was seven minutes,” Jason called as Marten approached the car. “You’re lucky my baby can haul ass.”
“Right, because a speeding ticket will get us to work much faster,” Marten rolled his eyes as he sat down.
“Buckle up, girlie. You’re not getting my ass fined.”
“Like you’d ever get a ticket. You’d just charm your way out of it like you charm your way out of everything,” Marten said.
“I am really good at sweet talking. That’s just because the ladies love Jonesy,” Jason grinned.
“Your mom is the only lady that loves you.”
“Says the habitual virgin.”
“You’ve slept with three girls! That hardly makes you Cassanova,” Marten objected.
“Three is more than zero,” Jason said. “Besides, it’s not like I’m trying to be some smooth jerk. I could have slept with a lot more women if it weren’t for my ‘No Drunks’ rule.”
“I can’t believe you have a rule about screwing,” Marten sighed.
“Hey, I think it’s respectable! I will not take advantage of a girl under the influence, even if she asks me to. That’s not fair to her.”
“Plus, it would make you look bad.”
“Well, that too. I am well-liked and I would like to keep it that way,” Jason explained. They pulled up to the store and Marten checked the time on his cell phone.
“We’re exactly on time!” he declared. “We better run so we can clock in before the end of this minute.”
“Race you,” Jason broke into a sprint.
“Fuck you, you play sports!” Marten yelled as he followed him. They ran through the doors and into the employee’s back room. Jason won, and was clocking into the computer while Marten plopped into a chair, panting.
“You should exercise more,” Jason commented. “Sitting in your room crying about how no one loves you is gonna make you all flabby. And then no one will ever love you.”
Marten pushed Jason out of his chair, and clocked in on the computer. “Looks aren’t everything, my friend. You’ll discover that when you’re old, bald, and pumping my gas.”
“Cheap shot,” Jason shoved Marten into the door.
“You two better get your sorry asses up to the counter before I come back there and beat you both!” a voice cracked from a walkie-talkie sitting on the desk.
The boys went obediently up to the front counter.
“Hullo, Kate,” Jason grinned. “Did you miss us?”
“I hate it when you two work together,” Kate informed them. “One idiot I can handle, but two gets to be a bit of a handful.”
“That hurts,” Marten said, “It hurts so bad I kinda feel like calling out sick.”
“Quit your whining and take that customer,” Kate told him. Marten walked over to the register and Jason cornered Kate.
“You know you looove us,” he teased.
“I know it, you know it, so why should I say it?” she smiled. Kate did actually enjoy having the boys as company during busy shifts. They reminded her of her two younger brothers who had gone over to fight in Iraq. She teased Marten and Jason just like she would her own siblings.
“Excuse me,” a woman approached the counter where Kate and Jason stood, “I heard this was good. Is it okay for children?” She extended a copy of Syriana to them.
“No,” Jason said, “It will bore your children to death. And unless you have a passionate interest in oil crisis and Middle Eastern conflicts, you will be bored as well.”
“But it won so many awards,” the woman said, glancing at the back cover.
“I won’t lie to you,” Kate started, “I’m twenty-six, fairly educated, and I didn’t understand it. But it does have Matt Damon and George Clooney, both of whom are adorable.”
“But you could accomplish ogling them by renting Ocean’s Eleven,” Jason said. “And with that, you get Brad Pitt in the mix as well.”
“We’ve already seen Ocean’s Eleven,” the woman explained. “I liked it, though.”
“Then go for the sequel,” Kate said, “That’ll be slightly less confusing then Syriana.”
“But a lot funnier,” Marten interjected, having finished with his customer. “I can take you right over here, ma’am.”
“Do you think I’m stupid for not getting this?” Kate asked Jason as she put Syriana back on its shelf.
“Nah, I didn’t get it either.”
“I wish I would have gone to college,” Kate sighed.
“Then go back,” Jason said. “There are tons of people who go back to college after working for awhile.”
“I don’t have the money,” she explained. “My last girlfriend really drained me, the bitch. I finally finished paying off my debt, but I don’t have enough saved to spend on schooling.”
“You could go to the community college,” Marten said, joining the conversation. “They offer individual classes. You can gather credits when you can afford them, and work on your diploma at your own pace.”
“I don’t know,” Kate shrugged. “I’ll check it out, maybe.”
“Seriously, get out of here while you still can,” Jason said. “Before the jaws of Blockbuster grab you by the throat!” He placed his hands around his own neck and growled horribly.
“Um, excuse me?”
The three employees snapped their attention to the customer.
“Oh, it’s just Missouri,” Jason sighed, leaning on the counter.
“A little further north, dumbass,” the brunette wrinkled her nose at him, “Or did you fail geography like you failed geometry?”
“Hey Maine,” Marten smiled at his closest female companion. “What’s up?”
“Not too much,” she said. “I made lasagna and I figured you guys didn’t think to bring your own food for your break.”
“Aw, that’s excellent!” Marten grinned. “Yeh, I was in a rush today because I overslept-”
“Like you always do,” Maine finished for him. “Invest in an alarm clock.”
“I’ll talk to my broker.”
“Good. Well, there should be enough food there for all three of you. I have to go. I’ve got a drama club meeting tonight,” Maine said.
“Since when are you in drama?” Jason asked.
“Costume design,” she explained. “There’s no art club at Glendale. Costume design is the most creative fun I get to have for credit. Well, I’ll see you guys around. Nice seeing you again, Kate.”
“That girl is adorable,” Kate said after Maine was out of earshot.
“She’s pretty cool,” Marten said, lifting back the tinfoil on the dish of lasagna. “This looks delicious.”
“She’s got a nice body,” Kate remarked, “She could really be sexy if she didn’t dress so quirkily.”
“Please do not check out my friends,” Marten grimaced. “Maine doesn’t play for your team anyway.”
“So she plays for your team. But will she ever get on the field, or are you just going to keep her on the bench?” Kate raised her eyebrows.
“…I’m lost on your analogy,” Marten titled his head.
“Yeah Marten,” Jason joined in, “Is she gonna keep warming the bench or will you let her up to bat? Will she bunt? Or will she hit a homerun and tear down the bases, rejoicing as she wins the World Series?”
Kate and Marten stared at him.
“I have no idea what I’m saying,” he explained.
“You are both such dorks,” Kate sighed, and headed to the back room.
“I’m seriously still lost,” Marten said.
“As long as you stay behind that counter, you’ll always know where you are,” Kate called.
“…Is that some kind of metaphor?” He was met with no answer, and sighed.
“I have no idea what Kate’s talking about. But you could imagine a Kate and Maine sandwich?” Jason mused, “I’d pay to see that.”
“That’s gross,” Marten distracted himself from Jason by grabbing the stack of returned movies from the drop box and scanning them back into the computer.
“Come on, Marten! Every grown man loves lesbian fantasy.”
“I don’t. It’s unnatural.”
Jason recoiled. “You sound like a member of the Religious Right.”
Marten turned to face him, “No, that’s not what I meant. I don’t mean lesbianism is unnatural. Lesbian porn is unnatural. If like, two women were all in love and had sex, I’d be all for that.”
“Oh, you poor naïve soul,” Jason chortled. “Do you think every heterosexual porno is about two people in love?”
“Of course not. I’m not completely stupid. I don’t know. I’m just not big into porn in general. It’s too fake.”
“Sometimes I don’t understand how we could possibly be best friends,” Jason shook his head.
“Well, you’re stuck with me now,” Marten told him, “At least until you get to college. Then you’ll just make a million friends and be equally as popular over there.”
“I’m sensing a little bit of resentment. Yup, yup,” Jason pretended to examine something his watch, “It’s coming in high on the resentment meter.”
“I don’t give a shit that you’re popular,” Marten said calmly. “It’s just slightly annoying to have people ask me why you’re friends with me.”
“Who did that?” Jason demanded. “That’s fucking rude, and I’ll be sure to let them know that.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Marten said. “It was Jenna Taylor.”
“Oh, don’t listen to anything that dumb bitch says. She was just trying to make you feel bad. She takes sick pleasure in making people unhappy,” Jason fumed. Jenna was the second girl with whom Jason had slept. They had a very rocky relationship: Jason didn’t have enough time to devote to her, and Jenna had a pension for cheating with as many guys as she could. They broke up on horrible terms, and Jenna remained one of the very few people who disliked Jason Jones.
“Like I said, it’s nothing,” Marten turned away from his friend.
“Oh…are you going to cry? Do you want to lean on my shoulder?” Jason put his head on Marten’s shoulder, “Boo hoo! Nobody loves emo little Marten except his two closest friends, family, and co-workers -”
“Firstly, I am not emo. I’m indie. There is a serious difference.”
“Could have fooled me.”
“And secondly, my dad left so I bet he didn’t love me that much either.”
Jason’s face fell. “I’m sorry man. You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know.”
The boys were silent as Kate sauntered up to the front counter. “Which one of you strapping young men wants to move the display table for me?” she fluttered her eyelashes.
“I’ve got it,” Jason volunteered. “Marten is deliciously fragile. We do not want him injuring himself.”
“Ha ha,” Marten said dryly.
Kate glanced over at him. “What’s wrong, emoface?”
“I’m not emo. And nothing.”
“You look sad. Oh!” a huge smile spread across Kate’s face, “I know what you need. What are you plans for tonight, sir?”
“Well, I’m probably just gonna -”
“He has none,” Jason interjected, putting his arm around Marten. “He will be glad to accept whatever super fun thing you are about to propose.”
Kate squealed and clapped her hands happily. “I propose beer party at my house!”
Jason’s jaw dropped in false shock. “But...Miss Kate! We are but lowly minors!”
“Never stopped you before,” Kate smirked. “Ten-thirty sharp, misters. Lydia invited a bunch of our friends over. It’ll be a delightful little shindig. I expect you both to be prompt and eager to guzzle down alcohol until all your problems disappear.”
“Is that an order?” Marten asked. Kate nodded crisply.
“Aye-Aye, cap’m,” Jason clicked his heels together and saluted.
“Are you game, Marten?” she asked.
“I suppose I can’t disobey an order,” Marten sighed.
“Wheee!” Jason shook him by the shoulders. “You’ve made me so happy!”
“What you two do in the backroom should not warrant discussion up front,” Kate grimaced.
“You’re horrible and also I hate you,” Jason frowned.
“Fine, find some one else over twenty one who is willing to corrupt minors,” she shrugged.
“Itakeitback.”
“Good.” Kate turned to Marten, “Tell the lovely Maine that she should join us. And tell Jason he can bring his other boyfriends.”
“I’ve got mad lady-seducing powers,” Jason said loudly, causing a few customers in the store to look over at him.
Marten snickered. “Nice going.”
“You,” Kate pointed at Jason, “Go shelf the returns.”
Jason grumbled but grabbed a stack of movies to put back in their proper places. Marten was organizing the game counter when he heard a girl giggle, “Hey Jason!” Marten rolled his eyes. Kate walked up and put a hand on his shoulder.
“I know it must be tough being best friends with someone like him,” she said. “But don’t worry. You’ll find someone soon enough. You’re a great guy.”
“Thanks,” Marten said quietly. He’d already found someone. It was just the matter of catching her that seemed to slip through his fingers.
“Hey, do you want to come to a party?” they heard Jason ask.
“Saints preserve us,” Kate muttered.
This is just the first section. I suppose if anyone's still interested after reading that, I'll post some more of it. I'm hoping some responses will help me get my ass in gear to write the rest of it.
I have to take the Britt to the bus station today to go back to Connecticut and see her boyfriend. His roommates screwed him over on the rent so now he can't afford to come home and see her, is what I think she explained to me on the phone. She called around noon so I wasn't all that awake yet. I don't really mind, it gives me a chance to drive (which I love), smoke in the car (which I love), and listen to my new guilty pleasure band: My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult. And I will make her listen to it as well for making me drive her around :P
...I swear I'm a good friend. Honest.
Marten was woken up by the familiar sound of a 1996 Jeep Grand Cherokee honking loudly outside his window. “Shit,” he groaned. As per usual, he had fallen asleep listening to Death Cab for Cutie, and had failed to be waiting for his ride to work.
Marten rolled off of his bed and stuck his head out the open window. “Five minutes,” he told his best friend.
“Make it quick, Ellis,” Jason responded. “If we’re late again you get your third violation.”
“Like I’d die forever if I was fired from Blockbuster,” Marten mumbled, pulling his work shirt over his head. He checked his reflection in the mirror for any glaring mishaps, like his underwear sticking out, holes in the shirt, or dirt on his face. Somewhat pleased with his appearance, he grabbed his wallet and cell phone and ran downstairs.
“Marten, where’s my kiss?” his sister yelled from the kitchen. He ran back inside and kissed his seven-year-old sister on her little blonde head.
“I’ll be home by ten, Jenny. Mom’ll be home in ten minutes. Stay inside until she gets back and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he said quickly, before slipping out the door.
“That was seven minutes,” Jason called as Marten approached the car. “You’re lucky my baby can haul ass.”
“Right, because a speeding ticket will get us to work much faster,” Marten rolled his eyes as he sat down.
“Buckle up, girlie. You’re not getting my ass fined.”
“Like you’d ever get a ticket. You’d just charm your way out of it like you charm your way out of everything,” Marten said.
“I am really good at sweet talking. That’s just because the ladies love Jonesy,” Jason grinned.
“Your mom is the only lady that loves you.”
“Says the habitual virgin.”
“You’ve slept with three girls! That hardly makes you Cassanova,” Marten objected.
“Three is more than zero,” Jason said. “Besides, it’s not like I’m trying to be some smooth jerk. I could have slept with a lot more women if it weren’t for my ‘No Drunks’ rule.”
“I can’t believe you have a rule about screwing,” Marten sighed.
“Hey, I think it’s respectable! I will not take advantage of a girl under the influence, even if she asks me to. That’s not fair to her.”
“Plus, it would make you look bad.”
“Well, that too. I am well-liked and I would like to keep it that way,” Jason explained. They pulled up to the store and Marten checked the time on his cell phone.
“We’re exactly on time!” he declared. “We better run so we can clock in before the end of this minute.”
“Race you,” Jason broke into a sprint.
“Fuck you, you play sports!” Marten yelled as he followed him. They ran through the doors and into the employee’s back room. Jason won, and was clocking into the computer while Marten plopped into a chair, panting.
“You should exercise more,” Jason commented. “Sitting in your room crying about how no one loves you is gonna make you all flabby. And then no one will ever love you.”
Marten pushed Jason out of his chair, and clocked in on the computer. “Looks aren’t everything, my friend. You’ll discover that when you’re old, bald, and pumping my gas.”
“Cheap shot,” Jason shoved Marten into the door.
“You two better get your sorry asses up to the counter before I come back there and beat you both!” a voice cracked from a walkie-talkie sitting on the desk.
The boys went obediently up to the front counter.
“Hullo, Kate,” Jason grinned. “Did you miss us?”
“I hate it when you two work together,” Kate informed them. “One idiot I can handle, but two gets to be a bit of a handful.”
“That hurts,” Marten said, “It hurts so bad I kinda feel like calling out sick.”
“Quit your whining and take that customer,” Kate told him. Marten walked over to the register and Jason cornered Kate.
“You know you looove us,” he teased.
“I know it, you know it, so why should I say it?” she smiled. Kate did actually enjoy having the boys as company during busy shifts. They reminded her of her two younger brothers who had gone over to fight in Iraq. She teased Marten and Jason just like she would her own siblings.
“Excuse me,” a woman approached the counter where Kate and Jason stood, “I heard this was good. Is it okay for children?” She extended a copy of Syriana to them.
“No,” Jason said, “It will bore your children to death. And unless you have a passionate interest in oil crisis and Middle Eastern conflicts, you will be bored as well.”
“But it won so many awards,” the woman said, glancing at the back cover.
“I won’t lie to you,” Kate started, “I’m twenty-six, fairly educated, and I didn’t understand it. But it does have Matt Damon and George Clooney, both of whom are adorable.”
“But you could accomplish ogling them by renting Ocean’s Eleven,” Jason said. “And with that, you get Brad Pitt in the mix as well.”
“We’ve already seen Ocean’s Eleven,” the woman explained. “I liked it, though.”
“Then go for the sequel,” Kate said, “That’ll be slightly less confusing then Syriana.”
“But a lot funnier,” Marten interjected, having finished with his customer. “I can take you right over here, ma’am.”
“Do you think I’m stupid for not getting this?” Kate asked Jason as she put Syriana back on its shelf.
“Nah, I didn’t get it either.”
“I wish I would have gone to college,” Kate sighed.
“Then go back,” Jason said. “There are tons of people who go back to college after working for awhile.”
“I don’t have the money,” she explained. “My last girlfriend really drained me, the bitch. I finally finished paying off my debt, but I don’t have enough saved to spend on schooling.”
“You could go to the community college,” Marten said, joining the conversation. “They offer individual classes. You can gather credits when you can afford them, and work on your diploma at your own pace.”
“I don’t know,” Kate shrugged. “I’ll check it out, maybe.”
“Seriously, get out of here while you still can,” Jason said. “Before the jaws of Blockbuster grab you by the throat!” He placed his hands around his own neck and growled horribly.
“Um, excuse me?”
The three employees snapped their attention to the customer.
“Oh, it’s just Missouri,” Jason sighed, leaning on the counter.
“A little further north, dumbass,” the brunette wrinkled her nose at him, “Or did you fail geography like you failed geometry?”
“Hey Maine,” Marten smiled at his closest female companion. “What’s up?”
“Not too much,” she said. “I made lasagna and I figured you guys didn’t think to bring your own food for your break.”
“Aw, that’s excellent!” Marten grinned. “Yeh, I was in a rush today because I overslept-”
“Like you always do,” Maine finished for him. “Invest in an alarm clock.”
“I’ll talk to my broker.”
“Good. Well, there should be enough food there for all three of you. I have to go. I’ve got a drama club meeting tonight,” Maine said.
“Since when are you in drama?” Jason asked.
“Costume design,” she explained. “There’s no art club at Glendale. Costume design is the most creative fun I get to have for credit. Well, I’ll see you guys around. Nice seeing you again, Kate.”
“That girl is adorable,” Kate said after Maine was out of earshot.
“She’s pretty cool,” Marten said, lifting back the tinfoil on the dish of lasagna. “This looks delicious.”
“She’s got a nice body,” Kate remarked, “She could really be sexy if she didn’t dress so quirkily.”
“Please do not check out my friends,” Marten grimaced. “Maine doesn’t play for your team anyway.”
“So she plays for your team. But will she ever get on the field, or are you just going to keep her on the bench?” Kate raised her eyebrows.
“…I’m lost on your analogy,” Marten titled his head.
“Yeah Marten,” Jason joined in, “Is she gonna keep warming the bench or will you let her up to bat? Will she bunt? Or will she hit a homerun and tear down the bases, rejoicing as she wins the World Series?”
Kate and Marten stared at him.
“I have no idea what I’m saying,” he explained.
“You are both such dorks,” Kate sighed, and headed to the back room.
“I’m seriously still lost,” Marten said.
“As long as you stay behind that counter, you’ll always know where you are,” Kate called.
“…Is that some kind of metaphor?” He was met with no answer, and sighed.
“I have no idea what Kate’s talking about. But you could imagine a Kate and Maine sandwich?” Jason mused, “I’d pay to see that.”
“That’s gross,” Marten distracted himself from Jason by grabbing the stack of returned movies from the drop box and scanning them back into the computer.
“Come on, Marten! Every grown man loves lesbian fantasy.”
“I don’t. It’s unnatural.”
Jason recoiled. “You sound like a member of the Religious Right.”
Marten turned to face him, “No, that’s not what I meant. I don’t mean lesbianism is unnatural. Lesbian porn is unnatural. If like, two women were all in love and had sex, I’d be all for that.”
“Oh, you poor naïve soul,” Jason chortled. “Do you think every heterosexual porno is about two people in love?”
“Of course not. I’m not completely stupid. I don’t know. I’m just not big into porn in general. It’s too fake.”
“Sometimes I don’t understand how we could possibly be best friends,” Jason shook his head.
“Well, you’re stuck with me now,” Marten told him, “At least until you get to college. Then you’ll just make a million friends and be equally as popular over there.”
“I’m sensing a little bit of resentment. Yup, yup,” Jason pretended to examine something his watch, “It’s coming in high on the resentment meter.”
“I don’t give a shit that you’re popular,” Marten said calmly. “It’s just slightly annoying to have people ask me why you’re friends with me.”
“Who did that?” Jason demanded. “That’s fucking rude, and I’ll be sure to let them know that.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Marten said. “It was Jenna Taylor.”
“Oh, don’t listen to anything that dumb bitch says. She was just trying to make you feel bad. She takes sick pleasure in making people unhappy,” Jason fumed. Jenna was the second girl with whom Jason had slept. They had a very rocky relationship: Jason didn’t have enough time to devote to her, and Jenna had a pension for cheating with as many guys as she could. They broke up on horrible terms, and Jenna remained one of the very few people who disliked Jason Jones.
“Like I said, it’s nothing,” Marten turned away from his friend.
“Oh…are you going to cry? Do you want to lean on my shoulder?” Jason put his head on Marten’s shoulder, “Boo hoo! Nobody loves emo little Marten except his two closest friends, family, and co-workers -”
“Firstly, I am not emo. I’m indie. There is a serious difference.”
“Could have fooled me.”
“And secondly, my dad left so I bet he didn’t love me that much either.”
Jason’s face fell. “I’m sorry man. You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know.”
The boys were silent as Kate sauntered up to the front counter. “Which one of you strapping young men wants to move the display table for me?” she fluttered her eyelashes.
“I’ve got it,” Jason volunteered. “Marten is deliciously fragile. We do not want him injuring himself.”
“Ha ha,” Marten said dryly.
Kate glanced over at him. “What’s wrong, emoface?”
“I’m not emo. And nothing.”
“You look sad. Oh!” a huge smile spread across Kate’s face, “I know what you need. What are you plans for tonight, sir?”
“Well, I’m probably just gonna -”
“He has none,” Jason interjected, putting his arm around Marten. “He will be glad to accept whatever super fun thing you are about to propose.”
Kate squealed and clapped her hands happily. “I propose beer party at my house!”
Jason’s jaw dropped in false shock. “But...Miss Kate! We are but lowly minors!”
“Never stopped you before,” Kate smirked. “Ten-thirty sharp, misters. Lydia invited a bunch of our friends over. It’ll be a delightful little shindig. I expect you both to be prompt and eager to guzzle down alcohol until all your problems disappear.”
“Is that an order?” Marten asked. Kate nodded crisply.
“Aye-Aye, cap’m,” Jason clicked his heels together and saluted.
“Are you game, Marten?” she asked.
“I suppose I can’t disobey an order,” Marten sighed.
“Wheee!” Jason shook him by the shoulders. “You’ve made me so happy!”
“What you two do in the backroom should not warrant discussion up front,” Kate grimaced.
“You’re horrible and also I hate you,” Jason frowned.
“Fine, find some one else over twenty one who is willing to corrupt minors,” she shrugged.
“Itakeitback.”
“Good.” Kate turned to Marten, “Tell the lovely Maine that she should join us. And tell Jason he can bring his other boyfriends.”
“I’ve got mad lady-seducing powers,” Jason said loudly, causing a few customers in the store to look over at him.
Marten snickered. “Nice going.”
“You,” Kate pointed at Jason, “Go shelf the returns.”
Jason grumbled but grabbed a stack of movies to put back in their proper places. Marten was organizing the game counter when he heard a girl giggle, “Hey Jason!” Marten rolled his eyes. Kate walked up and put a hand on his shoulder.
“I know it must be tough being best friends with someone like him,” she said. “But don’t worry. You’ll find someone soon enough. You’re a great guy.”
“Thanks,” Marten said quietly. He’d already found someone. It was just the matter of catching her that seemed to slip through his fingers.
“Hey, do you want to come to a party?” they heard Jason ask.
“Saints preserve us,” Kate muttered.
This is just the first section. I suppose if anyone's still interested after reading that, I'll post some more of it. I'm hoping some responses will help me get my ass in gear to write the rest of it.
I have to take the Britt to the bus station today to go back to Connecticut and see her boyfriend. His roommates screwed him over on the rent so now he can't afford to come home and see her, is what I think she explained to me on the phone. She called around noon so I wasn't all that awake yet. I don't really mind, it gives me a chance to drive (which I love), smoke in the car (which I love), and listen to my new guilty pleasure band: My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult. And I will make her listen to it as well for making me drive her around :P
...I swear I'm a good friend. Honest.