...es a fuck? Isn't Orange and
Blue supposed to be like, team colors? Because They're opposite? It
looks nice, and if worse comes to worse, we'll just say we were
thinking of the Denver Broncos.He continues glaring at me and picks up
the oddly colored egg. Just like in elementary school, we had to do a
project involving taking care of an egg as if it was our child.
Except this time it was for Home Economics.Whatever, Craig. Just don't expect
me to be the one to carry this thing around at school, He turn the
egg over and gingerly runs his finger over the plastic surface of the
eggs googley eye. He seemed to actually care
about the goddamn thing. Like Wendy did with her project in the
fourth grade. This kid is a fucking freak.
But at least I know we'd get a good project grade.I sit
back down in my chair. Mychair.
The one on my front lawn that the little spastic freak was sitting in
before hand. Ha! Now he has no where to sit.But
he doesn't seem to care and takes a nice seat on the grass below him.
His gaze is still directed down at the egg and his legs are crossed
pretzel style.Any complete stranger that didn't go to our
school or didn't live in our town would think we were friends. And
for some reason that bugged me. I didn't want to be considered
But I didn't want to be considered an enemy either. What we were as
far as relationships go, I didn't know.I rest my head in the palm o...