“I can count thirty six ways we could have done this better. Literally, I’m counting them right now,” Blandon snaps, glaring darkly at Cayden.
“We wouldn’t even be having this conversation if one of you just listened,” Alcandar hums, tapping a tune against the bottom of his chair.
“I’m listening,” Cayden lazily responds, his eyes elsewhere. Blandon closes his mouth and trails Cayden’s gaze around the empty room, searching for a sign of life amongst the darkness.
They were alone. The three of them, trapped between four pink walls, standing on carpeted floors with disorganized chairs barely able to stand. Others were supposed to be here, masses and floods of strangers who would come together just for a glimpse of Cayden. They were supposed to come rushing into the room. And yet…
“They should be here by now.”
“They should’ve been here half an hour ago,” Blandon points out.
“Maybe they’re not here because they don’t know they were even invited.”
“It’s a public event,” Cayden whines. “They should be here.”
Cayden sighs, finally deciding to stand up as if he is going to do something. Alcandar sits back, watching the two boys look at one another in silence. Cayden opens his mouth, allowing the other boys to wait for him to utter something, anything. But he decides to yawn instead and take a seat.
Alcandar rolls his eyes and looks at Blandon, who gives him the iconic ‘I told you so’ face Blandon always seems to possess when Cayden does something stupid. Cayden folds his arms over his chest, crossing his legs.
“Well?” Blandon spits, breaking the silence between them.
“We could try ATL Advertising?”
“Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! He listens!” Blandon cheers sarcastically, rolling his eyes and stomping out of the room. He slams the door on his way out, leaving Alcandar and Cayden alone.
Cayden turns to Alcandar, who sits comfortably on his chair in silence. Smirking, Cayden decides to suggest one more thing.
“Or we could just-“
“Shut up.”
Katya Tjahaha
“We wouldn’t even be having this conversation if one of you just listened,” Alcandar hums, tapping a tune against the bottom of his chair.
“I’m listening,” Cayden lazily responds, his eyes elsewhere. Blandon closes his mouth and trails Cayden’s gaze around the empty room, searching for a sign of life amongst the darkness.
They were alone. The three of them, trapped between four pink walls, standing on carpeted floors with disorganized chairs barely able to stand. Others were supposed to be here, masses and floods of strangers who would come together just for a glimpse of Cayden. They were supposed to come rushing into the room. And yet…
“They should be here by now.”
“They should’ve been here half an hour ago,” Blandon points out.
“Maybe they’re not here because they don’t know they were even invited.”
“It’s a public event,” Cayden whines. “They should be here.”
Cayden sighs, finally deciding to stand up as if he is going to do something. Alcandar sits back, watching the two boys look at one another in silence. Cayden opens his mouth, allowing the other boys to wait for him to utter something, anything. But he decides to yawn instead and take a seat.
Alcandar rolls his eyes and looks at Blandon, who gives him the iconic ‘I told you so’ face Blandon always seems to possess when Cayden does something stupid. Cayden folds his arms over his chest, crossing his legs.
“Well?” Blandon spits, breaking the silence between them.
“We could try ATL Advertising?”
“Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! He listens!” Blandon cheers sarcastically, rolling his eyes and stomping out of the room. He slams the door on his way out, leaving Alcandar and Cayden alone.
Cayden turns to Alcandar, who sits comfortably on his chair in silence. Smirking, Cayden decides to suggest one more thing.
“Or we could just-“
“Shut up.”
Katya Tjahaha
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