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Of Seaweed and French Fries
2 Reviews"They pushed through the crowd violently, staring down everyone who wasn’t like them. Whose guts you’d see filling up the bathroom floor. Whose eyes you’d see in the face of deadbeats and the...
They were like vultures. The two of them, they surveyed every kid in the room, smelling death somewhere. Whoever it was, partly dead or maybe just too unusual to live in peace; they got a helluva reason to die.
They pushed through the crowd violently, staring down everyone who wasn’t like them. Whose guts you’d see filling up the bathroom floor. Whose eyes you’d see in the face of deadbeats and the junkies. All because they were special and no one around them would give them the time of day for their uniqueness.
“I can’t believe we have Biology test today!”
“Why do you care? You’d never study if you knew.”
“I…” Frank sighs at his friend and looks at his food in defeat. “You’re right.”
“Besides. You’d flunk even if you did study.” His friend is right. Frank would indeed flunk. It’s almost positive. He had issues.
“Well. How do I fix me?” He asks, picking his dirty fork up and prodding at what is supposed to be mashed potatoes. If that was the case…why would they have a greenish tint to them?
“No.” His friend shakes his head, picking up a French fry, placing it in his mouth. “’S’not you.”
“’S’nwho is it then?” Frank mocks, deciding it’s best to push his toxic substance away. His friend rolls his eyes.
“It’s the school. Fuckin’ zombies.”
“Thank you, Raymond. That was very descriptive.” Ray nods in return and picks up his sandwich. Frank rolls his eyes and kicks the table legs. He looks around, waiting for something extraordinary to happen. Maybe it could be like, a kid wearing a Misfits shirt, for once. Just something to keep his heart beating.
“Dude.” Ray begins, a piece of lettuce almost touching the plate, but still stuck on the tip of Ray’s sandwich. That bothers Frank terribly. It’s so close and Ray’s just ignoring it. The lettuce shifts slightly. Frank looks at Ray. He can tell he’s ranting, but that lettuce. Ray must be doing this on purpose. He has to be.
“Oh, my god.” Frank interrupts, pulling at his hair aggrievedly. Ray stops mid-sentence, the lettuce just dangling there, sardonically staring Frank down. “Would you just eat that lettuce?” He shouts. Ray lets the lettuce dangle for a couple seconds, until Frank just reaches over and pulls the lettuce away. “Fuckin’ makin’ a fool outta me.” He stares at the lettuce. “You think you’re so tough?” He shakes the lettuce. “See how tough you are when I’m chomping you up!” Ray shakes his head as Frank proceeds to chop up the lettuce.
“Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you’re just wrong. And that was so fucked up there.”
Frank smiles his toothy grin at Ray until his attention is pulled to someone else. He looks towards Ray and then he points across the cafeteria.
“Isn’t that your friend?” He asks, putting a smile on ‘friend’ and air quoting. Ray grabs another French fry and rolls his eyes.
“No…” He doesn’t even look up. He knows exactly who Frank is talking about. Frank can see his face slightly changing to a pinkish color.
“Awwww. C’mon! You have to go over there!”
“What am I supposed to say? Sorry for beating you up, let’s be friends?”
“And, prey tell, why did you beat him up?”
“…oh, fuck you, Iero.”
“Well, as much as I would just love to…” Frank laughs and puts his hands in the air. “Y’know, I’m not into you that way.” He smiles fake apologetically, earning an irritated look from Ray. Frank bites his lip and looks around the room. He can tell that Ray’s looking over at that person. Frank looks back at his friend. “Uhm…y’know, he’s not all that cool.” He tries to make his friend feel better. “I mean, I heard he only eats like, sushi.”
“I like sushi.”
“No you don’t.”
“…I can like sushi.”
Frank sighs. He pauses and reaches for one of Ray’s French fries. “…And the way he holds up his head…” Frank shakes his own head. “Must be some kind of disease.”
“…He gets nervous.”
“See; right there…just…right there, how the fuck do you know that?”
“He likes Iron Maiden.”
“Well, shit, Toro, I like Iron Maiden.” Frank sighs again and looks to where Ray’s looking. The kid sits down clumsily, holding his brown paper bag. There’s only one other teen next to him, who barely looks over. Instead, he stares at the paper bag and points at that kid, laughing. That kid looks annoyed, until he points out a detail on his friend’s paper back. His friend doesn’t think it’s funny anymore and he seems to almost growl.
“Yeah, but…you’re you. It’s different.”
“What? ‘Cause I’m not gorgeous enough to obsess over?” Frank says and Ray just shakes his head, flipping Frank off. Frank looks over to the two, realizing that the friend has him locked in a noogie position. “What’dya suppose they’re doing?”
“They’re brothers.”
“How do you know this?!”
“Not everyone is as forgetful as you.” He shrugs and lifts his tray up. Frank has completely zonked out by now. He looks puzzled at Ray, who rolls his eyes in response. “Sushi. We were talking about sushi.” Frank nods, relieved, as Ray begins to walk over to the trash can. “Right, well I’m out.”
“For…that kid!” Frank says, because he’s just awful with names. Ray sticks out his tongue and leaves Frank sitting alone. Alone with his…forgetful thoughts…did he turn off the stove?
They pushed through the crowd violently, staring down everyone who wasn’t like them. Whose guts you’d see filling up the bathroom floor. Whose eyes you’d see in the face of deadbeats and the junkies. All because they were special and no one around them would give them the time of day for their uniqueness.
“I can’t believe we have Biology test today!”
“Why do you care? You’d never study if you knew.”
“I…” Frank sighs at his friend and looks at his food in defeat. “You’re right.”
“Besides. You’d flunk even if you did study.” His friend is right. Frank would indeed flunk. It’s almost positive. He had issues.
“Well. How do I fix me?” He asks, picking his dirty fork up and prodding at what is supposed to be mashed potatoes. If that was the case…why would they have a greenish tint to them?
“No.” His friend shakes his head, picking up a French fry, placing it in his mouth. “’S’not you.”
“’S’nwho is it then?” Frank mocks, deciding it’s best to push his toxic substance away. His friend rolls his eyes.
“It’s the school. Fuckin’ zombies.”
“Thank you, Raymond. That was very descriptive.” Ray nods in return and picks up his sandwich. Frank rolls his eyes and kicks the table legs. He looks around, waiting for something extraordinary to happen. Maybe it could be like, a kid wearing a Misfits shirt, for once. Just something to keep his heart beating.
“Dude.” Ray begins, a piece of lettuce almost touching the plate, but still stuck on the tip of Ray’s sandwich. That bothers Frank terribly. It’s so close and Ray’s just ignoring it. The lettuce shifts slightly. Frank looks at Ray. He can tell he’s ranting, but that lettuce. Ray must be doing this on purpose. He has to be.
“Oh, my god.” Frank interrupts, pulling at his hair aggrievedly. Ray stops mid-sentence, the lettuce just dangling there, sardonically staring Frank down. “Would you just eat that lettuce?” He shouts. Ray lets the lettuce dangle for a couple seconds, until Frank just reaches over and pulls the lettuce away. “Fuckin’ makin’ a fool outta me.” He stares at the lettuce. “You think you’re so tough?” He shakes the lettuce. “See how tough you are when I’m chomping you up!” Ray shakes his head as Frank proceeds to chop up the lettuce.
“Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you’re just wrong. And that was so fucked up there.”
Frank smiles his toothy grin at Ray until his attention is pulled to someone else. He looks towards Ray and then he points across the cafeteria.
“Isn’t that your friend?” He asks, putting a smile on ‘friend’ and air quoting. Ray grabs another French fry and rolls his eyes.
“No…” He doesn’t even look up. He knows exactly who Frank is talking about. Frank can see his face slightly changing to a pinkish color.
“Awwww. C’mon! You have to go over there!”
“What am I supposed to say? Sorry for beating you up, let’s be friends?”
“And, prey tell, why did you beat him up?”
“…oh, fuck you, Iero.”
“Well, as much as I would just love to…” Frank laughs and puts his hands in the air. “Y’know, I’m not into you that way.” He smiles fake apologetically, earning an irritated look from Ray. Frank bites his lip and looks around the room. He can tell that Ray’s looking over at that person. Frank looks back at his friend. “Uhm…y’know, he’s not all that cool.” He tries to make his friend feel better. “I mean, I heard he only eats like, sushi.”
“I like sushi.”
“No you don’t.”
“…I can like sushi.”
Frank sighs. He pauses and reaches for one of Ray’s French fries. “…And the way he holds up his head…” Frank shakes his own head. “Must be some kind of disease.”
“…He gets nervous.”
“See; right there…just…right there, how the fuck do you know that?”
“He likes Iron Maiden.”
“Well, shit, Toro, I like Iron Maiden.” Frank sighs again and looks to where Ray’s looking. The kid sits down clumsily, holding his brown paper bag. There’s only one other teen next to him, who barely looks over. Instead, he stares at the paper bag and points at that kid, laughing. That kid looks annoyed, until he points out a detail on his friend’s paper back. His friend doesn’t think it’s funny anymore and he seems to almost growl.
“Yeah, but…you’re you. It’s different.”
“What? ‘Cause I’m not gorgeous enough to obsess over?” Frank says and Ray just shakes his head, flipping Frank off. Frank looks over to the two, realizing that the friend has him locked in a noogie position. “What’dya suppose they’re doing?”
“They’re brothers.”
“How do you know this?!”
“Not everyone is as forgetful as you.” He shrugs and lifts his tray up. Frank has completely zonked out by now. He looks puzzled at Ray, who rolls his eyes in response. “Sushi. We were talking about sushi.” Frank nods, relieved, as Ray begins to walk over to the trash can. “Right, well I’m out.”
“For…that kid!” Frank says, because he’s just awful with names. Ray sticks out his tongue and leaves Frank sitting alone. Alone with his…forgetful thoughts…did he turn off the stove?
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