Relieving of tension. That's why we trust people to pick up our kids, keep a secret or have our lives on the battlefield. It's to displace the stress onto others who can handle it. Does that mean that trusting people are overly stressed?
The beer bottle exploded into a glassy and foamy mess as it slipped out of Jeff's hand and onto the sidewalk.
"God damn it...." Jeff said while walking into the bodega to buy a replacement. He thought about how stupid it was to buy another beer but the(more) devil on the other shoulder always seemed to win. That devil tended to have a lot of exciting ideas.
He choose a 24 oz Bud Light, shatterproof and tasteless, and walked up to the purchase counter. The darker skinned man running the cash register was shaking his head and avoiding eye contact.
"I should want to make the sale, but you don't need this one more beer my friend."
"Oh come on. Just sell me the beer. I'm out having fun with my friends."
"Are you still having fun? When was the last time you actually had fun and not just sustained?" the cashier replied.
"Well, it was fun." Jeff said. "Fuck you man. I'll go buy my beer somewhere else. Jeff stormed out of the bodega, looking for a replacement vendor.
It's not fun now he thought, serving a desire that he wanted to stop. A desire that told him it was fun, but in reality, was just costly trouble. It wasn't fun. It was never fun. He's had fun and this wasn't it. (less)
Mr Hoppaloopalus stared at me in response to my sudden head jerk. It wasn't an angry stare, just one of annoyance and impatience.
(more) "So, as I said, the tour starts at 10AM and will last until late afternoon. You'll be back no later than 4PM." Mr Hoppaloopalus said as he was juggling a bunch fo brochures on paragliding and renting SCUBA equipment.
"I don't know if it's rude, but I just want to comment on how wonderfully unusual it is to go to Wonglepong and be served by Mr. Hopaloopalus. I feel like I'm in a Dr. Seuss book." I commented to Hopaloopalus' disdain.
"I'm glad you find happiness in the situation. Someone has to." he said giving me a fake toothy grin. "Anyway, like I said, the tour will cover all aspects of the surrounding area. From the beach to the coast."
"I'm really do apologize if you find it rude. It's just such an unusual name. What is it, Dutch?"
"I don't fucking know what my name is. My ancestors are fucking British prisoners, like most people here. It could have been a goddamn joke with the guards for all I know or a nickname. Now can we please finish talking about the tour?" he huffed.
"Alright, relax relax. I think it's better just to "Hop"(aloopalus) out of here."
That's when he hit me. I think I deserved it. (less)
"Are you fucking serious?!?" I shouted into the phone with exhilaration. "I can't fucking believe this....you, of all people are going to get married. How'd you trick her?"
"Oh man, I know. It's fucking crazy, right? I dunno, 7 months ago I was happy to be a single(more) man for the rest of my life. Living the same life I've always lived, but this is, it's weird, it's different." Jake said to me over the phone.
Jake had always been my best friend. We grew up together. We got yelled at by each other's parents and figured out alcohol together. He discovered girls and I did too, for a while. We went to the same college and worked for the same company, although in different cities. I felt like I could read him like a book that I've read a thousand times. I'd start to say something and catch him smiling because he was having the same retarded idea. And now, my best friend was getting married.
"So you're gonna come, right?" Jake said into the phone.
"Am I gonna come? Dude, I wouldn't miss this for anything." I replied. Jake had been there for me so many times. It was great to have a friend like that, a best friend. In reality, until I get married myself, I consider Jake my "best man".
"Awesome man. Well, you know how Cassandra is...super organized. She wants me to ask you, this far in advance, if you'd be an usher at the wedding. It'd really mean a lot to us. I was talking with Rob from my office, who I think you've met, about planning me a kick-ass bachelor party, since he's gonna be my best man. Do you think you can make that?
I ran up to the door but it was already too late. The lock was shattered and the bottom hinge had been ripped off. It was just hanging there from what remained of the top hinge. Some huge force had kicked in the door. It looked like the Juggernaut(more) had entered my house.
In reality, it was my next door neighbor, Sandra. Sandra was a "handsome" woman. She played on a male intramural rugby team and liked to arm wrestle. She was also obsessed with me. She was devastated when she found out that I had a boyfriend. (less)
I could see it all over his face. In his fake, watery eyes. Through the stammering. He was always such a good actor. I used to be tricked by it, but after a while, you're just able to see through it. You just know.
"What? Are you being(more) serious?" he cried his fake tears on the ground. Over and over and over until I just stopped him. Yes, of course I was being serious. I hate being lied to.
The first few times it wasn't so obvious. He had a new pair of underwear on. He said he just picked them up because he thought I might like them and was glad I noticed them. Looking back, I am glad that I noticed them too. They weren't new underwear. They looked faded. They didn't belong to him.
The second time I noticed something unusual was the following day when he had changed the password on his phone and didn't tell me the new one. What could he be hiding?
That was two weeks ago. Since then, there was no real evidence. If this was a courtroom, I didn't have a damning Exhibit A. Well, I did, but the jury would have to know Paul. They'd have to know him like I knew him. The damning exhibit was his lying fucking face. I could just tell that he didn't trust me anymore. We didn't have that connection. The energy around him told me everything I needed to know.
From there, once you're in that position, you just know what you have to do. (less)
The automatic doors opened in a flash as the woman and her walker slowly inched through them.
"Hello! Mr. Whythe? Are you there? I've come to retrieve my medicines....." the woman yelled as she entered. An young pimply employee with a stained Walgreens polo walked up to her(more).
"I'm sorry ma'am, can I help you?"
"No. Mr. Whythe should have my pills ready. He always does. It's Tuesday afterall. Where is he? Don't bother yourself, I'll find him." she said as she shoved him out of the way.
"Ma'am, Mr. Whythe isn't here. He had a heart attack at work yesterday and he's in the hospital." The kid looked away. He'd never broken news like that to anyone. Especially someone so old. "I'm gonna go run over to the pharmacy desk and have the pharmacist start preparing everything for you."
The woman needed to sit down. Everything was changing. First, The Walgreens had bought out McCallister's Pharmacy and now Mr. Whythe, who she had just started to trust was going to die like everyone else.
Pills for everything. Everything but what she needed most. (less)
The girls sat down at the table like they always did; Kassandra closest to the door, Jessie to her right and Danielle across from Jessie.
"So who do you think is gonna get the lead?" said Danielle to the empty space in between the two.
"It's definite(more)ly not going to be that bitch." said Kassandra, motioning with her head toward a girl sitting a few tables away who had her back turned to them as she talked to a boy who was seated across from her.
"Yeah, she literally thinks she's the best person ever. He doesn't even like her. I heard he's only talking to her because he's trying to make Jacob jealous since all that stuff went down."
The boy laughed at the girl, got up and walked back to his table of friends while trying to sneak a look back at the girl. She then tidied up her area, and walked over to the area where trays are place, which meant she had to walk by Danielle's table.
"Hey, Adrianna, what's going on?" Danielle said loudly as to not be ignored. A smile crossed Danielle's face and was matched by Adrianna's.
"Oh, not much. Just trying to study my lines. I really hope I get that part. It's gonna be tough with you as my competition though! You were so good on Tuesday. I heard Mrs. Walker talking about how impressed she was. Well....I. 've gotta go stop by the library before the next bell, so see you later." With that, Adrianna flashed everyone another smile and was back on her way to the tray receptacle. Everyone returned smiles. (less)