Post by Emily on Jul 31, 2009 21:26:30 GMT -5
"You know Jordan, you really do need to work on your comebacks. I haven't heard an original one come out of your mouth for years, and even then..." I looked innocently at the redheaded in front of me, knowing he of all people would easily take the bait.
"Your MOM doesn't have any good comebacks!" I suppressed a smirk, doing a good job of keeping up the casual-comment façade if I do say so myself. I couldn't very well have him figuring out he could just walk away and save whatever little pride he had from the camera I had set up behind a desk, just out of sight. Not that I needed to, since planning in advance made the poor boy's head hurt like there was no tomorrow. Suspecting someone else of planning ahead would probably make his brain combust. Just like thinking of something original to say.
"Do you see what I mean? Now, if you thought about what you're saying a little more, people wouldn't consider you to be the dullest knife in the drawer." Hey, I made a rhyme. I guess I really AM just that amazing.
"It takes one to know one." This. Was. Too. Easy.
"I guess you're right." He looked triumphantly in my eyes, grinning like someone just told him he was the One out of some fantasy book. Judging by the highly manic nature of the look, he was the One destined to destroy all life with the power of darkness. "But of course, I got over my unoriginality problems years ago. Then I discovered the wonders of sarcasm and irony. And for only $19.95, you can do it too!"
"If you love it so much, then why don't you marry it?" It was like talking to a three-year-old, with all the intelligent comments coming from the opposite party. My Youtube and Facebook friends alike were going to get a big kick out of this.
"I dunno, I thought that kind of thing was only legal in Texas and Alabama. I really don't want to move."
"Your mom doesn't want to move." Didn't he already use that one?
"What, is your family moving, Cassie?" Our entertaining conversation was regrettably interrupted by a teacher, who had apparently completely missed the moronic tone in Jordan's voice. Though that could be because said tone is always there. The misunderstanding was corrected with a polite denial and explanation (lie) that sparked a conversation between the two of us. Probably having already met the quota of information his brain could take in for a day without experiencing consequential seizures, Jordan made a mad dash for the door, knocking several desks askew and sending my video camera crashing to the floor and breaking into hundreds of tiny pieces. Having at least the most basic survival instincts, he sped up to a sprint and dashed down the hall at the noise. Sadly, the recording was more than likely destroyed, but Cassie was somewhat indebted, it had been fun while it lasted.
He was still paying for the camera, though.
"Your MOM doesn't have any good comebacks!" I suppressed a smirk, doing a good job of keeping up the casual-comment façade if I do say so myself. I couldn't very well have him figuring out he could just walk away and save whatever little pride he had from the camera I had set up behind a desk, just out of sight. Not that I needed to, since planning in advance made the poor boy's head hurt like there was no tomorrow. Suspecting someone else of planning ahead would probably make his brain combust. Just like thinking of something original to say.
"Do you see what I mean? Now, if you thought about what you're saying a little more, people wouldn't consider you to be the dullest knife in the drawer." Hey, I made a rhyme. I guess I really AM just that amazing.
"It takes one to know one." This. Was. Too. Easy.
"I guess you're right." He looked triumphantly in my eyes, grinning like someone just told him he was the One out of some fantasy book. Judging by the highly manic nature of the look, he was the One destined to destroy all life with the power of darkness. "But of course, I got over my unoriginality problems years ago. Then I discovered the wonders of sarcasm and irony. And for only $19.95, you can do it too!"
"If you love it so much, then why don't you marry it?" It was like talking to a three-year-old, with all the intelligent comments coming from the opposite party. My Youtube and Facebook friends alike were going to get a big kick out of this.
"I dunno, I thought that kind of thing was only legal in Texas and Alabama. I really don't want to move."
"Your mom doesn't want to move." Didn't he already use that one?
"What, is your family moving, Cassie?" Our entertaining conversation was regrettably interrupted by a teacher, who had apparently completely missed the moronic tone in Jordan's voice. Though that could be because said tone is always there. The misunderstanding was corrected with a polite denial and explanation (lie) that sparked a conversation between the two of us. Probably having already met the quota of information his brain could take in for a day without experiencing consequential seizures, Jordan made a mad dash for the door, knocking several desks askew and sending my video camera crashing to the floor and breaking into hundreds of tiny pieces. Having at least the most basic survival instincts, he sped up to a sprint and dashed down the hall at the noise. Sadly, the recording was more than likely destroyed, but Cassie was somewhat indebted, it had been fun while it lasted.
He was still paying for the camera, though.