He killed himself, doesn’t sound like a good premise.
Yeah, but life’s already hell.
Hmm, good one.
If that’s what make out of it.
She watched him walk ahead, his pace quickening - and sure, her first thought was he’d given up on the pair of them doing anything. When she quickened her own pace he didn’t increase much further however, and so she continued to carry on behind him. At last, he disappeared from her sight and the brunette was… Well, Caroline wasn’t sure how she felt. If he didn’t want to hang out with her then do be it, right? But she knew so few people in town that it was a disappointment to think that. And just as this thought crossed her mind she spotted him once again. The teen hurried, finally catching up and standing before him. “You…” She pauses, catching her breath and then continued, “You did that on purpose. Jeez… Do you normally do that or am I some special exception?” She couldn’t say she was annoyed quite yet, but she just didn’t understand him at all.
"Good thing you found me, you still have to keep me alive right?" He said, messing her hair. "So now, what do we do?" Taking his polaroid out, he took a shot of her immediately. "Do you know any nearby shop with seafood? Do you like seafood?" He asked, taking a look at the picture. He had a thing for cameras, photography to be exact. He wasn’t actually sure if he wanted to be a photographer. Making memories and capturing those moments made him really happy. Now he’s got of Caroline, the girl with him on his first walk to this new unfamiliar place. "You kinda look pretty on stolen shots." He said, handling over her picture while taking shots once more to annoy her.
Good idea. Hey, here’s another good idea. How about you give me the money to buy a dog and I go get one?
You poor old lad.
I don’t know, I mean. You seem pretty happy. That’s what everyone wants, right? To be happy? A br— a brother? Uhm.
What if I don’t?
I don’t know. Maybe you and John Lennon. I really have no idea.
Simple. You go to Hell.
Yes they are.
If you must. I was hoping you’d keep me entertained, though.
Buy a dog. They’re damn annoying, but nice as hell. They’ll keep you entertained,
Yeah, I know. I was kinda riding on the idea that college would be different, but now I’m here. I guess it’s way better, but still. Do you think I should convert to Judaism?
Aha, You’re really considering that eh? I guess I just earned myself a brother.
Although you really don’t need to. All that matters is that you must believe in Him no matter what, until you die. The end.