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And Then A Star.....; Open!
Topic Started: Jul 26 2016, 06:42 AM (379 Views)
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(Loretta's Jerry''s Pregame's Start (lol))

Target, Target, Target,
A lot of stuff to buy like socks, more socks, pants, shits and whatever you needed. Someone could find their mine of gold in there, but they'd need to have a bullseye. The smell of big surface shop was a favorite to Jerry, it didn't smell any good but it was good at triggering nostalgia in his mind. Just entering the shop, it reminded him of when he was a kid and would shop with his parents.

But despite his old memories of grocery shopping at Walmart with his parents, Target was a new and unknown hunting ground for goodies. Walking around the alleys, seeking for a hidden treasure between two pairs of underwear or maybe even in the electronic section where something's price like an iPod's was lowered to an affordable price of his "ten coins a week but no drugs" allocation. Maybe he could pay for something better if he bothered to save up money instead of spending it all in candies.

But this time, he wasn't there because of a sweet or sour tooth, he was there because he needed a shirt. A nice one, a comfortable one, a pretty one. Not a polyester "I'll catch on fire if a flame is too close to me" one but a cotton one. That's what his mom said but aren't both flammable? Whatever, if the family went wrong he wanted to die with something comfy at that barbecue.
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Not a faded white shirt, it's going to be stained.
Not a pitched black shirt, it isn't a funeral.
Not a light pink shirt, looking like a skinned pig isn't in.

Wait, that was his name he heard? He stopped in his tracks, his eyes still fixed on the shirts but all of his senses aware of the presence of the girls. Footsteps turning around him, revealing the presence of another person. The unknown lurker answered the remarked said toward him, saying her name was Rene. Jerry was pretty sure it was someone from school, he talked to her maybe once or twice so that's one person down.

He slowly spun his head toward the two girls, and there they were. Two other Cochise students, Scarlett and Rea, were trying to talk to Jerry until this girl, Rene, answered for him. However, even this was a normal exchange, she made, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the whole conversation awkward for Jerry. Answering the question would make it redundant, not answering it would be rude, walking away would be even more rude and acting like he didn’t hear anything wouldn’t work since he softly jerked his head in the direction of the pair.

Awkwardness flowed through his body making it heavy and clumsy, and it didn’t help that Scarlett used to date one of his friend. They weren’t necessarily friends but on friendly terms, they often met outside of school ground because of their mutual friend group. She was dating one of the guys and he, well, was one of the guys. Jerry slowly pivoted him body toward them, Rea and Scarlett, attempting his best not to mess with Rene. The latter kinda scared him because he felt she could break him in half if she wanted.

He slowly raised his left hand up to the height of his shoulder, and said,

“Hey.”
Edited by Fran, Jul 29 2016, 02:08 PM.
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