“How old are you?" He asked. I let out a small sigh and told him that I was 24. “Ouch” he said as if I were old or something like that.
“And you?” I asked him with an irritated tone in my voice.
“19.” He replied. "What a kid!" I thought. I guess he kind of looked it with how short he was. “Wow…what a kid.” I said.
“I’m not a kid!” He argued back. I smirked a little.
“Well you are awfully small to be an adult!” I said. He got an irritated look on his ugly face. I guess his height was a sore subject for him. "Fun." I thought. I could use this to my advantage ff he got on my nerves enough.
“Very funny!” He said. I chuckled and started to walk away. I didn’t want to hang out in this big crowd to long, even if Rick was in it. I felt a little uneasy with that kid. I decided to call Sebby staring at me. It didn’t help that now he was in a black leather jacket, similar to the one I had on, wand grey skinny jeans that matched mine, other then what he was wearing a little while ago, which was a red jacket with spikes all over it, and blue-ish grey pants. I saw him smile again and started to talk to me saying
“You know, we seem to have a lot in common already! The same style of clothing!" That was a little weird to me; I guess he was trying to get close to me, make it easier to find a weakness or something to kill me better.
“Yeah, great isn’t it?” I asked him, but being completely sarcastic... He simply smiled and said “I thought so!” I didn’t know if he got the hint I didn’t like him or not.
“So…tell me a bit about yourself, Tom.” Rick said with a curious tone to his voice.
“Well, what do you want to know?” I asked him, knowing I wouldn’t give out much information about myself. I didn’t want to talk about me. I don’t want him to know anything.
“Well what your hobbies? Things you like to do? Seeing anyone? You know just basic things.” He answered. I just kind shrugged now realizing I didn’t even know what I liked to do anymore. Like honestly. What are my hobbies?
“Uh...I like to drive, when I’m not on work. Which that is also something I love to do. I like to clean and cook, though I’m not very good at it.” I told him.
“I’m great at cooking!” He said in a confident tone. “But I guess that’s what happens when you have 11 younger siblings, and a second family to take care of.” He said with a funny look on his face. I couldn’t help but to think that was a lot of sibling, with a little bit of jealousy though. I always wanted a sibling. But I never had one. I guess my parents divorced after having me. I never met my mother. And my dad never talks about her, and he never got remarried. I wonder what it is like to have a normal sibling. My friend Sarah, she has a younger sister, but she was mean, selfish, fat and stuck-up. She always tried to get me and Sarah in trouble. She didn’t like us. And because of that. We hated her. Our friend Jack has a sister who is very nice and sweet, but we don’t see her much. Jack doesn’t really share anything with us/ Well, at least me. I don’t know what he has told Sarah. They're closer than I am with Jack. We kind of have an awkward relationship, because when we were younger, I was mad at him for dating Sarah, and we got in a small fight. I managed to break his arm, but he never told Sarah for the sake of everything.
“That’s a lot of siblings.” I said with a hateful tone to my voice. I was hating him already for being more like what I wanted to be.
“Yeah, well some our step-siblings and some are half-siblings.” He said.
“Oh, that makes a little more sense now.” I could assume his parents split at some time. Ha! "Sucker!" I thought. It somehow assumed me.
“What about the second family?” I was wondering about this. I could guess it was probably either his dad's or his mom's second marriage, not counting the siblings.
“Doesn’t matter.” he said and changed the subject asking me if I was seeing anyone again. “So you single?" I nodded. I wasn’t into dating or anything like that. I was happy being me and single. Just with my closest friend who is really all I’d ever need.
“You?” I asked him.
“Same here.” Didn’t really surprise me. I couldn’t see him ending up with anyone. I could only assume he thought the same of me, with me being a 24 year old, talentless male, that was 6”4 and only 140 lbs, with sunken-in checks’ and a nose that was really ugly kind a looked a arrow in a sense. Oh, and I’m rude. Now thinking about it, I know for sure I’ll end up alone. But still, I didn’t care. At that moment I could hear Sarah start to talk to me.
“Who the hell invited the Gopher Monkeys?!” she asked. I looked at her and started to talk to her, ignoring Rick.