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"Oh, I swim pretty girl... Pr-Pretty good, pretty good. S w. . . G o o d. Swim good. Pretty good. I swim pretty good."
Lloyd was suprised that the boy, Logan, also knew of the apartment complex. It was pretty low-income, and Lloyd took notice the boy didn't mention a "we." Perhaps he supported himself like lloyd did? That would be a pleasant shock, since Lloyd always considered himself one of the few high school ophans out there. Yet he was digressing, and quickly nodded in front of the boy. "Y-Yeah, that's the apartments i was talking about." He rubbed the back of his head. "A-Actually, i'm pretty shocked to find that someone besides me who goes to this school lives there. I always figured I was a loner." Not that he was complaining. Now he possibly had someone to hang out with.
He decided to take that chance and vocie his thought. "You know, if you live near me, we should hang out then sometime right? I-I mean if you don't want to that's cool and stuff, i'm just throwing that out there, you know?" Lloyd hoped he wasn't coming off to strong, or direct with a guy he just met a few minutes ago. He was just excited though, that maybe he could have a friend. His grandfather always did tell the boy that he should start looking out of just himself. There was more to life than books and studying. Lloyd would always love to retort back that that was exactly the life his grandfather did lead, and from there the two would break out into the friendly quarlling they always had. A sad sigh was let out, for Lloyd had now unmeanigly trapped himself in the memories of the past. Again!
Then, as if a cure from the sky itself, his phone rang out. Lloyd gave a nervous yelp and stumbled back, near falling down again. He dropped his bag and dug through its contents, trying to recover the hand-me-dwon Motorola he recieved for his 14th birthday. The ringing got louder as he found it hidden under a particularly heavy Latin-English dictionary, and he flipped it open just as the ringtone was getting near unbearable. It was a high-pitch mosquito tone, the ones certain adults over 30 couldn't hear.
Now standing up again, Lloyd muttered a few "yes's" and nods as the caller, his boss, dumped on him yet another task. With a frown Lloyd hung up the phone, stuffing it in his pocket. The old geiser of a supervisor told Lloyd to run to the bookstore and pick up the newest orders of juvenile history books. For the stupid book store too! Lloyd was supposed to be a lecturer at the small museum, but of course as luck would have it he got signed on as an errand boy to the manager of the building, Mr. Throckmorten. Oh how he longed to quit and shove it in that man's face. Then, suddenly remembering Logan next to him, Lloyd gave him a wave good-bye. "I'm like really sorry for bumping and leaving, but i have to go now to this bookstore and get a stupid shipment of books for my boss, so yeah. Bye! We should meet up later okay? I'm on the 3rd floor, apartment 3F." And with a final wave good-bye Lloyd ran down the sidewalk, to the bookstore on the next corner.
The bell rang as Lloyd entered the small-town store, and already griamced as the fairly large boxes of books were resting on the counter. Nodding his head to the lady at the cash-register, he walked over to the counters at the back of the store. Just as he picked up the first box and turned to put the other one on top, he froze, a certain girl reading a book in the corner of his eye. He gulped heavily, turned his head slowly to the right. And as his already humilated life would have it, there was Mika. She was sitting in one of the many couches, calmly and almost beautifully reading a book. If you could call reading beautiful. Which he did. Because it was Mika doing it. She looked up, just because, and that was then Lloyd dropped the box of books almost simultanseouly, landing on his foot. With a loud yelp he jumped to the side, hobbling on his uninjured limb. The accident-prone boy then managed to trip over a book someone hadn't put away on the floor, and with that Lloyd stumbled yet again, this time now over the coucharm Mika was sitting at. He looked up, glasses askew, and upside down there sat Mika, on the far end of the couch cushion. He froze, just staring at her, too frightned to even react from his still throbbing foot.
"I lead a band of plundering vandals to the greatest archaeological find in recorded history, thus enabling the k i d n a p and/or m u r d e r of the royal family, not to mention personally delivering the most powerful force k n o w n t o m a n into the hands of a mercenary n u t c a s e who's probably gonna sell it to the Kaiser! Have I left anything out?!?"
"Well, you did set the camp on fire and drop us down that big hole."
"Thank you...Thank you... "
