Mitch watched as Vega sat down on the carpet again. She looked kind of sullen for a moment then tied up her hair with something from her wrist. I wonder why she looks so down? He wondered. I hope she’s not disappointed that I didn’t have anything better to eat. Or maybe she’s still freaking out about what happened. He frowned at the thought.
Mitch caught himself staring at her, the looked away quickly before taking another swing of his coke and moving over toward the couch. Sitting down, he was too deep in thought to feel that his pants were still wet. I should try and cheer her up right? But what should I do? He silently sipped on the half empty coke. Should I try and tell her a joke? She seems to tell a lot herself…. He stared ahead at the back screen of the old TV.
Ok, what jokes do I know? Mitch stared at the TV for a moment, his mind completely blank. DAMN IT TO HELL! He leaned his head forward and covered his face with his hand. I cant think of jack shit! This sucks! What am I gonna do! He peaked out from between his fingers with his right eye and stared at his reflection in the TV set.
If this stupid TV was working we could just watch it. He though as he sat his coke down on the coffee table and got up. Walking over, he turned it on. Static filled the screen. Stupid piece of shit![/e] he cursed in his mind as he turned a few knobs, but nothing changed. “Work you piece of crap!” He shouted as he kicked the side of the TV. The screen went completely black.
He stood there breathing hard for a second, then his eyes widened and he clapped his mouth shut. [I]SHIT! I said that out loud! He backed up, without turning around to look at Vega. Trying to maneuver past the coffee table he bumped up against it, but kept going and sat back down on the couch. He hung his head low and sighed. What am I gonna do now…. I should say something….
“Uh….sorry but I don’t have a lot of fun junk to do….” He trailed off, not sure of what to say. He picked the coke back up and took a small sip. “Its been a while since I’ve had anybody stay over.” He swirled the coke around in the can and stared at it. “Randy and Vick always had tons of stuff to do…..” He mumbled, then stopped. Crap, why am I talking about those assholes now? Damn it Mitch, stop saying stupid stuff… He leaned back into the couch and ran on of his hands through his hair. She probably thinks I’m a freakin’ idiot…