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This is like a drug deal.
Except it's in broad fucking daylight and my hands are too sweaty. I rub my palms on my sleeves, biceps throbbing dully in remembrance of last night's manic ordeal.
The kid, a boy, probably seventeen or anything as dangerous and reckless as it is, looks at me peculiarly. Like this is an actual drug deal.
"Do you want it?" I mumble, "I'm kind of in a hurry. Do you want it?"
"Eh, of course. Half the price?"
"I know," I say, more to myself.
He frowns a little, just a little that his eyes are about to squint. Goddamnit. Damn shit fuck. Stop. Stop thinking, bitch. It's probably the sunlight. I might just be overthinking-- I glance behind my back to check.
The queue is getting longer--or thicker since no one is really paying attention. All forms of not giving a fuck, or trying to look like it. Black is a prominent color. The irony. To articulate: This is conformity, if you'll think about it. The whole fucking deal is ironic, I think.
They don't seem to mind with their own little world. Line world, thick and pulsing. Like a dick, ha. Like I should know that, shouldn't I? I should scream at them too, I guess. Though they're getting louder, as if to compete with the noise that is them already.
"Hey, it's just half the price, right?"
I face him again. This such a chore. Dealing with people. Dealing with kids, all too well to worry about a thing. Except theirselves. Merriment, experiments, underneath whatever star they'd wish to be. I try to symphatize but really, what's that gotten me? All the fun things. Mental issues and an unadept body. A shard of a brain and a lousy tongue, limp posture and sweaty hands. Scared out of my shit because of teenagers and every other person I meet eyes with.
The boy impatiently stared, eyes bulging. Probably underestimating me right now. Right, I forgot. "What did I say?"
"Half the price."
"Right."
"Right," he huffs, flipping his hair off his face. The sun is nowhere behind my back. I was right, he was frowning.
Little frowny boy. I bet your parents told you not to go here but here you are, against their will, frowning all over the place, little frowny boy.
Frowny frog boy.
His eyes blink at me and I can almost hear the wet sound of the motion. Fucking big ass eyeballs wanting to pop out of boredom. Croak all you want, frowny frog boy. I don't give a shit. Along with your parents and possible half the people in here.
"So?" I try not to talk too much to avoid any opening for him to open his mouth. Frowning I can stand, but not whiny voices. I've too much of that. Not today I can tolerate more. Not today, frowny frog boy.
"Yes," he hisses. "I'll have it."
"Pay up then."
"I can't."
"I'm in a hurry, y'know."
"No, I mean," he sigh, "I can't right now. I don't have the money with me. But I'll pay you, I promise. Right after tonight. I'll send the money."
It made me laugh because who the fuck is that desperate. God, this is so much like a fucking drug deal. But he just continued to be the frowny frog boy that he is.
"We both know that's not going to happen," I tell him. "Any of that, not gonna happen."
"Please."
"Half the price and you can't pay it. Why should I?"
"I didn't know! I was just around the place to see something--"
"Something?"
"Anything! I don't know. I shouldn't even be here."
It's my turn to frown. I made a mistake of asking, giving him an opening. So I frown. Just a little, enough to crease my eyes. Tell him I'm kind of old to hear his shitty deal. He just looks at me with his bulging eyes. Please don't cry, frowny frog boy. You'd get ugly. I'm not in the mood for that. I'm not in the mood for anything.
"I'm in a hurry, y'know."
"I know. You said it a million times."
"Huh." I rub off the sweat on my palms against my pants then turn to leave. Half the price. What's his deal? Well, I don't really want to know but shit's good considering the circumstances.
Like a fucking drug deal.
"Hey!"
"Nope," I plainly say. I can hear footsteps so I brace myself for contact. Oh frowny frog boy, go find a princess instead. Don't chase on things you don't really need. Or just, please, don't touch me.
He catches up and thankfully resolves to putting his hands on his pockets. "What about a trade?" It made me pause for awhile to process what he just said then I laugh again just to piss him off.
He fishes out his phone. A beaten up one. An old beaten up one. A crumbling old beaten up one. This kid's a whack. "I don't have time for this," I mumble, trying to outpace him. My legs are no better than his. I'm no better than him.
"What? You're no longer selling it?"
I shake my head.
"Fuck's sake! Give it to me for free then!"
Passers by spare their attention at us. Oh, for fuck's sake indeed. This kid is whack. "Piss off," I mention, both to the kid and whoever stared at me like I'm some sort of degenerate.
And he does. The poor kid. He just stops walking that it made me turn my head. Poor frowny frog boy, a fucking whack. I wonder how much it meant to him. How much I just had his hopes up then crushed it in a few minutes. "It's a boy!" I muttered to myself.
Welcome to the world, frog boy.
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This is a really great dialogue.
I've been trying to write more like this but it's just not my usual style and the transitions are hard for me to time.
You have a great awareness of balance between the setting, characters, and conversation.
The thought process really strengthened the reality feeling for me-
at first I halfway cringed when I read "bitch" because I usually don't care for profanity in prose,
but it actually worked very well because I can see myself saying the same in my own head if I felt the way this narrator did.
The description of the boy is also humanizing to me because I always designate animals characteristics to people, I loved it.
I really enjoyed this writing style overall, the autobiography-ish
I've been trying to write more like this but it's just not my usual style and the transitions are hard for me to time.
You have a great awareness of balance between the setting, characters, and conversation.
The thought process really strengthened the reality feeling for me-
at first I halfway cringed when I read "bitch" because I usually don't care for profanity in prose,
but it actually worked very well because I can see myself saying the same in my own head if I felt the way this narrator did.
The description of the boy is also humanizing to me because I always designate animals characteristics to people, I loved it.
I really enjoyed this writing style overall, the autobiography-ish