NO FIGHTING PLEASE

Chapter 3

"Steve Jobs" Vinc said nodding his head, while going up the ramp with his skateboard again. He stayed up there, planting his feet on the base of the skate, letting it up "Now HE definitely has a conspiracy to rule the world. His products are awesome and at one point probably everyone will have at least one Apple produce at home. Plus he has shares on Disney World, with Pixar, so he's got his hands there. So the guys could be planting device in everything he sells, 'coz he works on every new device they make, and then he's just waiting for the right moment to set them on. But the real question is?"

"Alien or robot" I nodded.

I was sitting on a wooden bench, old school Coca Cola bottle in my hand which I had proudly opened by sticking the cap on the middle gear thingy-thing of my bike and punched on it like some cool expertise bartender. But ya... when you did that the content of the bottle kinda bubbled up... And now my hands were sticky with Coke.

"Exactly!" Vinc beamed and slid down, going the other way of the ramp, did an easy fifty fifty truck stall and then came back and stopped again.

I would have liked to skateboard too but since I had this tendency of falling on my head, of receiving things on my head, of hitting my head, or of anything in the likings, I had decided not to tease the devil. I was already playing with fire by riding my bike with Vinc. We always ended up in a trail in the wood when I did that. And it just screamed rolling into a branch scenario, as usual.

I sighed, thinking over this one "It's a tough one, you know? Because that apartment he had, celebrity type of thing, he never actually LIVED in it, he just renovated it all and then sold it. And then his big house that he just left abandoned and wanted to destruct! I mean... does he LIVE anywhere? No. Because he sleeps in a big tank underground because he's an alien. But then there's the clothes deal. Turtle neck black shirt, jeans, running shoes. ALWAYS the same outfit. That sound robot to me. But could also be alien. But robots don't need to sleep either so he's good with the house thing again." I ranted thoughtfully.

"So basically we have to find out if it's Skynet that is taking over the world or aliens that traveled through radio waves."

"Tough choice, tough choice" I nodded and drank more Coca Cola.

It had exactly one week since the "CD guy" incident. That's how I had decided to call him. Since I didn't know his name. Or anything about him for that matter. For all I knew I had invented him in my brain.

That would explain a lot of things...

So tonight to think about something else, I was out with Vinc, and we were trying to figure out the grand world domination plot that would exterminate humanity.

But the CD guy was still in my mind, obviously. It was stupid to be truthful, but I couldn't help it. Why was I even doing this to myself? I hadn't seen him in the shop, even after going around it a dozens of times. I would probably never see him again. If I had seen him in my town I could have had a chance at finding out who he was but I had seen him in the bigger town. He could have been from any other little cities around. Heck he could have just been passing, driving from Québec to Montréal.

So there really was no point of thinking about him.

Vinc had stopped going up and down and was walking towards my bench and then sat beside me. "Something's on your mind?" he asked as I handed him the Coca Cola bottle.

Should I tell him? I hadn't told Em and she was there. Of course she had given me a look and maybe she knew something was wrong but she wasn't Almighty All-Omniscient. She couldn't know exactly what was wrong.

So even Emma didn't know.

Should I tell Vinc that I had seen this super duper smoking dude, well actually it wasn't his look, it was... the chemical reaction maybe? Anyway, I was having sexy day dreams including a guy who went by "CD guy" in my head. Really smart and none-pathetic.

Should I tell him if what Emma said was true? Which I still highly doubted. Emma was a little slow sometimes...

Okay Emma was totally not slow... just for the whole getting to places on time, but for other things...

Where was I going with this?

I mean I had a hard time picturing the CD guy's face now... I could still remember the feeling though. And in my dreams his face was still crystal clear...

"I'm just in a "what the hell?" state" I finally answered him, sighing. And in a way it was true. I was always in a "what the hell?" state. Now more than never. Because what the hell was wrong with me? Why was I still thinking about a stranger, a complete and utter freaking stranger?

"Christ, self questioning crap again? Told you there was no point, you won't do anything good" Vinc answered, after taking a good gulp of Coke -that butthole almost drank it all up in one shot- in a teasing slightly wicked voice.

I punched his shoulder and glared at him, tearing my bottle out of his hands "You know what? Could you just respect me?"

Vinc's face lighted up with a grin "Nope"

I narrowed my eyes and looked away, drinking "Appreciate my company?"

"Hmm..." he started to tap on his chin, like he was really giving this a thought "Nah, not really."

I punched him again "Oh so you don't appreciate my company nor want to respect me?"

Vinc punched my shoulder too "I endure you"

I pushed him off the bench and pointed at his laughing face on the ground "Die!"

"Come on Azé-lick. You know self questioning always ends up with us planning our suicide" Vinc laughed and came to sit beside me again.

I snorted, ignoring that stupid pet name he used. Ignoring it was better. If I reacted to it, he'd bring it up again. "We don't need to plan our suicide anymore, we already have the perfect set up and all" I reminded him.

Yes Emma, Vinc and I had planned our Collective-Suicide. Whatever. We had brain farts like that.

"The "what the hell" self questioning state is pointless. Trying to figure out life is like trying to figure out the next world domination plot. We can do that forever. And in the end we don't ever have a perfect answer."

"Ya but we still do the world domination crap..."

"Because it would be cool as hell if we nailed down the real one" Vinc laughed and then gave a little shove on my shoulder with his own. We stayed silent, listening to the sound of the car passing by the road near by and the crickets outside calling for their little friends before Vinc spoke again "Maybe all of this, life and all it's just a big "Rat Race". But instead of rich guys it's a bunch of gods that make bets on us to see what well do and we're just here to entertain them"

I sighed "It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World. Mister Bean will totally win again..."

"You've been out of it most of the week..." Vinc trailed in a low voice, looking straight ahead and not at me.

Of course he would notice that too. He knew me.

"I've been out of it all my life" I chuckled.

"Why won't you talk about it? Is it bad? Drug deal went wrong? You had to put the guy in a sleeping bag with a concrete brick in it?"

I rolled my eyes "I'm not a Hell's Angel"

Vinc looked at me with a fake shocked expression and covered my mouth with his hand "Careful, they're everywhere"

I rolled my eyes and took his hand off my face.

"What do you want me to confess? That I have suicidal thoughts and started to write my goodbye letter without you guys?"

"Well at least if you did that I'd know what I'd be supposed to do to fix it..." Vinc frowned.

And I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a second. What good would telling him make?

None.

"Charlie is being overly annoying lately... and I worry for Frank. I just feel like they're both going to blow all their potential..." I trailed, after opening my eyes.

Vinc snorted and took the bottle out of my hands again, drinking a bit more "Like that's new information"

"When I say overly annoying I mean I actually see myself stabbing her with my butter knife and think "What will I do with the body afterwards?" I'm serious; I actually, honest to freaking god considered it at one point. It was a long three second" I said thoughtfully looking ahead, trying to find something in the dark shadows behind the skateboard ramp.

"Please you're just being overly dramatic" Vinc snorted, pointing me with the bottle of coke, jabbing me in the side with it.

This boy annoys me. Why am I spending time with him? Oh right I want to stop fantasizing about another boy I might have invented in my head. This just screams healthy...

I slapped the back of his head lightly "Oh I'm not dramatic. Come over and see for yourself. She keeps complaining and she doesn't want to do anything or move her butt, she says it's too much work for her and she's tired and she doesn't want to this or that blah blah blah... Oh how I would love to punch her sometimes..."

And I was really honest. It's like the simplest task, just going up the stairs to her room was too much for her. Seriously she needed to start exercising, building a better cardio. All that staring at herself in her mirror, poopooning herself wasn't healthy.

"Violent much Azé-lick?" Vinc said, grinning cockily.

I slapped him behind the head harder this time "I'll give you an Azé-lick"

Prick.

The grin became wicked and Vinc wiggled his eyebrow up and down "I'd like that a lot"

I scowled "You dumb-butt!"

Seconds later Vincent was laughing on the ground and my Coca Cola bottle was broken, the content of it slowly staining the asphalt.

And for the first time this week, I was really laughing too.

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