I kept on walking toward the subway, turning my head to Lazette when I re-registered her question. "Of course we have Nutella. Why wouldn't we? It's, like, breakfast all on its own. Besides, my Dad's allergic to peanuts. Nothing else, no other nuts. Just peanuts. So, we can't have any in the house. Which means that we go through a decent sized bottle of the best peanut butter subtitute in the history of the world in less than a week. Don't worry, Mom's got a stash so that she doesn't have to keep buying it so you an have as much as you want." I grinned brightly, linking my arms quickly through both of theirs, marching off with an intense amount of vim and vigor. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hoped they didn't mind. But I didn't care, either. I was so excited for this that nothing really registered outside of the three of us.
At Nate's question, I had to think. "My house is just outside city limits, kind of in a suburb area, you know? I've gotta take the sub and a bus to get there; and it's always timed just right so I can get onto the bus without worry. I don't know if they do it on purpose or.... Anyway, it'll be about a half hour for the sub, another ten minute walk, and then the bus is twenty. Soo...." I counted up the amount of time in my head, almost not believing that it was that long. Then again, living in the same house all my life, I had gotten used to it. It didn't feel like it was that long, and I never took it as anything else. My old school had been in the city, but I had graduated last year and was waiting until the next one before I started college. I needed some freedom after all those years — my entire childhood — had been stripped from me, forcing my to sit in a dull room with twenty-five other people while some old hag preached about whatever she happened to be teaching. A bright student as I was, I always found it difficult to pay attention. It might have been because I swore I suffered from ADD or something, though nobody believed me. "That makes it a whole hour or so.... Wow. Let's just hope my brother and his boyfriend are keeping it PG while we're there. I don't even want to think about what their doing."
Seriously, Vincent happened to be a teacher at the school that Kaida now attended without me. He had been rather good-looking, though I hadn't seen him recently to judge. It was a fact that he was the teacher all the girls would have taken to the janitor's closet in a snap if he offered, and even some of the boys; because, evidently, not only did he swing that way, but he was interested in my little brother. Vincent was apparently some kind of genious or something, and he had graduated from university as a Microbiologist, and had gone to teacher's college so that he could teach biology to high school students; he was barely twenty-two. Either that or immortal. But, honestly, if he didn't have some sort of weird, pedophilic interest in my seventeen-year-old brother, then he wouldn't have personally delievered the homework as I knew e probably had. Which... was... alright. It just meant that I wouldn't need to take the detour to the school, which I had completely forgotten about until then.
At Nate's question, I had to think. "My house is just outside city limits, kind of in a suburb area, you know? I've gotta take the sub and a bus to get there; and it's always timed just right so I can get onto the bus without worry. I don't know if they do it on purpose or.... Anyway, it'll be about a half hour for the sub, another ten minute walk, and then the bus is twenty. Soo...." I counted up the amount of time in my head, almost not believing that it was that long. Then again, living in the same house all my life, I had gotten used to it. It didn't feel like it was that long, and I never took it as anything else. My old school had been in the city, but I had graduated last year and was waiting until the next one before I started college. I needed some freedom after all those years — my entire childhood — had been stripped from me, forcing my to sit in a dull room with twenty-five other people while some old hag preached about whatever she happened to be teaching. A bright student as I was, I always found it difficult to pay attention. It might have been because I swore I suffered from ADD or something, though nobody believed me. "That makes it a whole hour or so.... Wow. Let's just hope my brother and his boyfriend are keeping it PG while we're there. I don't even want to think about what their doing."
Seriously, Vincent happened to be a teacher at the school that Kaida now attended without me. He had been rather good-looking, though I hadn't seen him recently to judge. It was a fact that he was the teacher all the girls would have taken to the janitor's closet in a snap if he offered, and even some of the boys; because, evidently, not only did he swing that way, but he was interested in my little brother. Vincent was apparently some kind of genious or something, and he had graduated from university as a Microbiologist, and had gone to teacher's college so that he could teach biology to high school students; he was barely twenty-two. Either that or immortal. But, honestly, if he didn't have some sort of weird, pedophilic interest in my seventeen-year-old brother, then he wouldn't have personally delievered the homework as I knew e probably had. Which... was... alright. It just meant that I wouldn't need to take the detour to the school, which I had completely forgotten about until then.