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Den här bildennnn<3
Okej, sen så har jag hoppat lite för det här med övergångar är inte min grej, så nu är de någon annanstans c:
Vilket typ förklarar bilden och jag åker till umeå imorgon för att säga hej till nykomlingen i familjen så detta blir morgondagens dos eller något för jag hoppas att du gillar skiten och ser fram emot att läsa den.
Och allt det här är från rollet egentligen och det är massa Filly, så you're free to make any changes c:
Eventually, our little meeting had to end. Alaska went away to wherever he went, I still hadn't figured him out at that point – I still haven't, to be honest – and left me and Filly by ourselves.
I remember being slightly more comfortable when Alaska'd left, I was probably intimidated by him and all his fucked-up-ness. I didn't know him too well, but I had the impression that his life sucked. And being the kind of spoiled brat I was, that was scary. In addition to it all, he was the master of making me feel small, or, you know, less cool? My self esteem had a rough time when he was around, anyway.
Me and Filly stood there for an awkward couple of minutes – many things were awkward back in the day, I blame myself for that – until he decided we were going over to his place. “We can take the cab", he said.
It wasn't as bad as riding the bus those weeks ago, we'd gotten better at the small talking, and suddenly we stopped, at east 167th street. Filly paid the driver, then shoved me out of the cab and inside an apartment building, past something that looked a lot like a doorman.
The shoving continued until we'd reached the elevator, in which Filly pressed the button for the eleventh floor. “You hungry?" he asked.
“It feels like I could eat a... goat", I answered, then paused. “Well no, not really. Forget it." I waved my right hand – disappear, stupid goat-sentence, disappear! - and to my great relief, the elevator dinged, making any further goat-talk unnecessary.
Right outside the elevator was a door. Filly pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked that door, then stepping aside to let me in.
Inside, I was greeted by a huge hallway, making the one in my own home seem small – which wasn't the case when you compared it to other, normal hallways – and Filly said: “We have a lot of money."
“You don't say", I replied, looking around.
“Hello?" he called out while starting to take his shoes off. I followed his example, untying the extreme knots on my converse.
“Hi, honey! Where have you been?" The womanly answer came from deep within the apartment, to the left. Later on, I'd learn that was the living room.
“With Alaska and Nigel", he shouted back, rolling his eyes. “She knows where I've been perfectly well", he whispered to me. I just tried to get my shoes off.
“Why do you have to hang around those kids.. and that Vivian, he's got a bad influence on you.." A woman appeared in a doorway – to the left – and noticed me standing there behind Filly, still having trouble with my stupid shoes. She blushed, probably embarassed over the fact that I'd heard her speak ill about her sons friends. I immediately assumed that she was Filly's mother, for the record.
“Hello... I'm Catherine Flaherty", she said, stretching out her hand towards me. I shook it, telling her that: “I'm Ciar Parish."
“Mom, what's there to eat?" Filly asked. I noticed he was about to walk further inside the apartment, so I tore my shoes off – more or less – to keep up with him.
“There's meatloaf in the refrigerator", she announced and went back inside the living room.
“Let's go", Filly said and led me through a door opening which led into the kitchen. I sat down by a table while he picked up a phone, dialing a number. “Let's order some pizza."
I didn't dislike meatloaf of course, but I wouldn't say no to pizza. Filly ordered a large peperoni pizza, and as he hung up, he said: “You don't wanna' eat her cooking – it's like poison, dude."
“I'm sure you're just overreacting, but I'll take the pizza anyway", I grinned.
He sat down on the opposite side of the table, announcing that the pizza would be there in ten minutes or so. Then, the mother striked again:
“Dalton! Are you ordering pizza, now again?!"
“Yes ma', I mean come on, are we supposed to eat that?" His hand pointed towards the refrigerator, despite the fact that Catherine couldn't see it.
“You're paying for it yourself!" she screamed, sounding threatening.
“It's not like I don't have enough money for one fucking pizza!" Filly shouted back. I was feeling a bad relationship growing in this home, if it wasn't huge already.
“Look! It's just like I told you, Vivian has a bad influence on you, making you curse and behave badly. You've completely lost your manners!" A door slammed, probably the one leading into the living room. At the same time, the bell rang.
Filly got up and left the kitchen. I looked around while he was gone, noticing that the kitchen tools were all shiny. It fascinated me, somehow. Our stuff always got ugly after like, a week.
When Filly came back, he was carrying a pizza, actually balancing it on one of his hands. What a host, huh?
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Sat 10 Mar 2012 21:51
“Let's take a cab"
“We've got a lot of cash"
“There's some left overs in the fridge"
“Come on"
“Dalton! You better not be ordering pizza!"
“Aw... mom! Come on, are we supposed to eat that?"
“Don't swear! Those kids you hang around with... you've completely lost your manners" (Upprört)
AWESOME BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!!!
“We've got a lot of cash"
“There's some left overs in the fridge"
“Come on"
“Dalton! You better not be ordering pizza!"
“Aw... mom! Come on, are we supposed to eat that?"
“Don't swear! Those kids you hang around with... you've completely lost your manners" (Upprört)
AWESOME BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!!!
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