CHEESE
Mood:  spacey
Topic: story time!
The darkening brick building backed in the summer’s sun. It was around four, the flies and other annoying things with wings buzzing annoying through the dead grass. The grass had been dead for a while, for the trees there provided very little shade from the scorching sun. In the middle of the steps, unaware of the passersby that clambered to the side, getting pine straw into their shoes to avoid her, sat a girl, hitting the back of her high top with a stick. She was staring bluntly ahead, unblinkingly, seeing nothing. Presently her contacts fuzzed, and she was forced to blink. Waking slightly from the sleep brought upon from the summer heat she switched positions, now hitting the stick on the rough cement.
A bit flicked off, and she tried again, though none of the rest of the stick was inclined to repeat it. For the safety of an oncoming ant she stopped. It was much bigger then the bugs she had found herself staring at moments before, and she realized, slightly amazed, that they were really ants at all. One crawled along her shoelace, and she feared that it might hurt itself, but then again, bugs were smart, it would be able to take care of itself. Making sure she didn’t move her feet at all, for the bugs sake, she looked up at the lamp post that towered above her. It was unlit, and looked exactly what a lamppost should be.
It had a bit of grass growing out of the cracked cement base, and rocks around it, huge slabs that looked like someone had gone to quite a lot of trouble to arrange long ago, and had been dismantled by little children waiting as she was almost as soon as they were laid. A bug flew onto her shoulder, though she hardly noticed it, eye never swaying from strait in front of her, noticing everything, seeing nothing.
A little bird flickered by, twittering anxiously. It obviously took her for part of the building she had been sitting there so long. Realizing it was being watched, though perhaps it didn’t realize where from, it twittered into a thorn bus next to the building, though it seemed perfectly comfortable between the spikes and sat there calling it’s sweet tune out into the unadmiring parking lot. Between the row of thorn buses, some of which had been cut to only stubs, was a small little pine straw covered way before the dark side of the building. From the huge glass pane came the faint sound of music. The building, which had one time been the dorms for the school that now stood on the grounds, had been changed to a music academy, the rooms that filled it just big enough to fit a grand piano in, and a batty teacher with bad tastes, but nothing much else. It was actually a violin that screeched to the girl’s ears, though she had never thought of the violin as a very pleasant instrument to play, and had stuck with piano.
She had always thought the strings to be slightly too close together, though she really couldn’t figure out why she had thought that, no one else seemed to agree with her. A car zoomed by, though it was not her own, and she returned to staring down at the ground, and hitting the back of her high top with her stick, making sure before she did that the area was clear of bugs. There was a hum of a car from far off, and it entered, the girl perking to attention, though only for a moment. It was again, not her car.
Sinking back into the snooze, kicking slightly at the few dead leaves that were left, the girl’s eyes slowly dropped. She wasn’t asleep, though she might have been mistaken by one for being so. There was a slight beep of a car and she opened her eyes again. Her car was in front of the building. Big and bright and blue, unlike so many of the cars that she saw, all the same dark blur on the road, she had picked it out when she was five, for the way the sun glinted on it on the hottest of summer days. Her mother waved at her quickly, and she walked slowly down to the car, jerking open the car door, it swung almost on it’s own, for the car was on a rather steep downhill, the cement of which stained by the many cars that had pulled up to welcome other tired students. She put the books and things, along with a bag of Lays her teacher had given her, into the back of the car, and crawled slowly into the front seat.
“Lindsay called while I was out, told her you’d call her back.”
“You found my cell phone?” The girl stared in slight belief. It had been missing since the end of school, and that had been several months ago. Her mother nodded, driving off, leaving the baking building and all it’s bugs behind her.
“In the back with all the rest of your school things.”
“Oh…” the girl turned around to stare at the tops of the backseats. They were slightly chewed from before when they had actually been idiotic enough to take the dog with them on daily outings.
“Here you go,” her mother handed her the phone, continuing to drive with one hand, itching a small mole on the side of her chin as Lucy looked through the lists and lists of names stored on her phone. She never used almost all of them, for she had only gotten these numbers from other friend’s phones, and they had all had friends of their owns. She found Lindsay’s. She had never memorized any of her friends phone numbers, fast dial was easy enough. The phone connected as the girl stared down at it impatiently.
“Lucy?” Lindsay’s breathless voice came on from the other side of the phone call.
“How’d you know it was me?” Lucy stared at the phone in surprise.
“Caller id.”
“You can get caller idea on your cell phone? Didn’t know that…”
“Yeah-so anyway-did you see the moving truck in front of the Jenson’s old place?”
“Uh-huh… went by it this morning, walking the dog, he got all excited, you know, he’s pretty smart, like, he knows when new stuff’s happening, which is weird, cause he sure does act stupid the whole rest of the time… like, the other day, he pooped in the parking lot, and it was really embarrassing cause it was so crowded and I had to go back in the store and ask them for a bag, and then I couldn’t-”
“Yeah, ok, have you seen who’s moving in?”
“Are they really hot?”
“You’ve seen them?”
“No… but I figured if you were calling about them they would be…”
“Yes! And, he’s our age! I mean, older, and he’s on the football team, and he’s SO hot… I mean like… oh my God, he’s… incredible… and so, I was walking, cause you know, I need to get in shape for swim team, and I stopped and talked to him, his voice is SO deep… it was amazing, and he wears those really tight fitting white shirts, and he’s ribbed, which is TOTALLY amazing, cause, like, I don’t know anyone else as strong as he is, and he’s from Germany… which is SO romantic!”
Lucy considered why Germany was romantic. She decided they weren’t, after all, German wasn’t even a romance language. How could a country with a non-romance language be romantic? “Well… that’s cool… so… erm… which house is he moving into?” Lindsay snorted.
“Who cares? He’s ribbed! I mean-Oh My God-he’s like-like-totally… everything!”
“Pimply?”
“No! His skin is like, olive…”
“I thought people in Germany had blond hair and blue eyes and were fair… and had heads shaped like peanuts…” Lindsay let out an exasperated groan.
“No… ok, there not,” Lindsay often wondered where her cousin got her notions, but, knowing Lucy, she probably didn’t get them from anywhere, “So, I was thinking of like, totally inviting a bunch of y’all over, and we could like… watch his house and see if he comes out or something!”
“Wouldn’t that creep him out? I mean… like…”
“No! we’d do it casually! Wanna come?” Lucy considered. She hated talking about boys, seeing as she really hated them all together. She had never met a boy who didn’t have a high pitched voice and was annoying and pimply. She hated all the boy talk that seemed to happen when Lindsay was around, but she couldn’t exactly just say no, after all, no one else even bothered listening to Lindsay…
“Ok… who else’s gonna be there?”
“Well… Nellie said she’d come, but Allie’s gotta soccer game and can’t make it…” Lucy considered, Nellie wouldn’t be up for talking about boys. She was into the whole neighborhood warfare, just as Lucy was. She moved the air-condition, suddenly noticing it’s obtrusive presence, to the side, so that it hit her mother full blast, and continued talking. She turned the radio up slightly, it was a good song, though she didn’t think she had ever heard it before. Her mother turned it back down again.
“Ok…” Nellie would probably be able to change the subject, she was good at bringing up random things that got subjects going that were entirely different from what people had just been talking about.
“Well I’ll probably managed to get a few more people to come… I think Diana might be free… I haven’t called her yet…” there were several girls in their neighborhood, all of them, fortunately, friends, or close enough. Lucy nodded her head, realizing it was totally spent on Lindsay, being over the phone, slightly to late.
“All right-just… come over now I suppose,”
“I’ll come as soon as I can k? I’m in the car right now see… had my piano lesson, my piano teacher didn’t think she would be able to finish off her chips without getting too fat so she gave them to me, so I can bring those over too, that way we can have something to munch on while we watch the movie.”
“His house.”
“Right. Same difference-ok, see you in like… ten minutes-bye!” Lucy hung up, her phone making a little quack. She had programmed it to quack whenever she did anything with it. Her cell phone cover was a duck, and an extremely cute and fuzzy one at that, even if it was slightly dirty. It was squishy, and could almost have been mistaken for a stuffed animal if her cell phone didn’t fall out of it periodically whenever she was running somewhere.
Her mother continued driving, having heard enough from Lucy’s side of the conversation, and knew enough about Lindsay, to know exactly what was going on. “Are you spending the night?” She asked, taking her eyes off the road to look at her daughter.
“I’m not quite sure… probably…”
“Do you need a sleeping bag?”
“If I do I’ll come back over and get one I guess…” It wasn’t a problem to need something during a regular spend the night, for most of Lucy’s friends lived in her neighborhood, seeing as the school was a sectional school, and there’s was one of the only neighborhoods that were entitled to go to it.
The rest of the drive was in silence, her mother tired from yoga and French classes that day, and Lucy being slightly spaced out from the heat. Besides, they had nothing really to say to each other. It was not an awkward silence though, things could never really be to awkward between Lucy and her mother, after all, it was Lucy’s mother. The car turned down a small little winding street filled with small, dainty, sweet little house, dotted here and there with a huge house that had blasted a small one away in order to make room for itself. Almost all of Lucy’s friend’s lived in these houses, though Lucy had always preferred the smaller ones. Into one of these they turned, the little cracked and mossy driveway leading up to a modest gray home of shingles and termite damage, done years ago before they had hired the bug man.
The car itself, though gleaming and new, parked in between the slightly squashed together BMW Mercedes, a blue and rusty old thing, that usually conked out, a little red Carmine Gea, slightly more rusty then the Mercedes, and in bad need of a paint job, and a little green beetle bug, the old kind, with a little smiley plate in front, and bird poop on the convertible top. The number of cars was slightly ridiculous for the size of the house, and, considering there were only three people for the four cars, a slight waste. They had all comes from colleges of Lucy’s dad, a teacher, the kind that wore bad vests and talked for hours on end about wars that no one had ever heard of.

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Mood:  caffeinated
all right, here goes, gonna try and write a story on here! wish me luck!