"What's is that you want?"       She looked across him. His white T-shirt were pressed such that the smoothness transported shrills through the spine of her senses. She was obsessed with whatever was neat. Who would love dirty things and would suffer the existence? Who would take delight in getting dirty? Who would feast on the cake if dirtiness and nurse protruding belly by it? She was skilled with handling her thoughts. Her father wasn't that much of that trait. She had no idea how her mother was in thoughts and soughts. She hadn't grown to know her. What exactly would a six years old kid remember about her mother at 17? That was not the right time to severe those thoughts.        She saw some guys hanging about the premises. She had no contention with that. How would she? She was simply stunned by the indifference of majority of them. She couldn't had brou

   November 12th, three months earlier.             "Boys or Girls?"          The two looked at each other. The gaze was gaunt but not gullible. Dreg had no exceptions but wasn't sure whether or not Paul did. He wouldn't guess for him. Why would he? They were supposed to think independently. But at that time in the moment, one must lean on the other. The knowledge of one is supposed to foster the breath of the other. None of then knew whose would foster whose. Dreg tried quite hardly to make meaning of the look on Paul's, but to no avail. Probably his instinct hadn't been trained perfectly. He wouldn't force himself to making meaning of everything he considered as shits.         They were seated independently. Like in pairs. That's how they always would and had been. Dar just got some trai

    "Simple as it may sound, but it's quite uncalled for..."      "Paulie, what ya talking about?"       "Dreg can relate to that. He wouldn't want to feign ignorance.".        Paul looked towards Dreg. Of course he knew what he was thinking. The betraying eyes could not shade it. It was seeped in the sanity of the ogle. He could vividly see the strokes of mystery they were etching. Dreg only smiled. He was skilled at that.       "Dreg, wouldn't you can this a super duper nauseating accusation?"       "He won't talk. Neither will Dar. I have no idea what they've been up to lately. I have no idea what's amiss between the two of them."      "Ain't you guys gon talk. Like are we gon keep

     "What was there to say to him?"       "Dar, he's quite the stubborn guy. He wouldn't even admit his feelings to anyone. He'd never done that and wouldn't want to bring himself to doing it. He was quite the tough guy. I was thinking that you're already acquainted with him. He's hell of a friend."      "Wait. What are you trying to say? Like are you trying to talk me into asking him out? How is that just some guesses. Paulie, let it not be what I'm thinking."       Ladies! Ah! They were quite basked in gaunt guesses and cloned assumptions. They would make themselves believe what was less of a truth and gird their thoughts with masticated motives. He was used to them. Of course Sea was a better version of the porous package.       Paul simply smiled. Talking to Dar about

     She'd seen him. As he'd seen her. Seemed as though the twain were tossing coins of chances. She was of the opinion that a guy is supposed to tilt the gourd of his pride and pour out its content before a lady. But hmm hmm, Dreg wasn't that kinda guy and she wasn't going to sway to the rusty rhythm pricked by the porous pride that'd pored his sanity. She would keep ignoring him. Even Sea would speak for naught if she tired persuading her. Ah! She was vexed. She watched him return to wherever he'd came from. She wanted to leave immediately, but twould see like tailing. Arrggh.