Post by russel on May 9, 2010 21:24:37 GMT -5
WHEN THE SUN SHINES WE'LL SHINE TOGETHER
TOLD YOU I'D BE THERE FOREVER • • •
said i'd always be your friend
[/color]“Mer. Merina.”
No matter how many times he said the girl’s name, it seemed, or how many times he had stressed it in various ways, she didn’t seem fazed in the slightest as she continued to search through another rack of assorted tops and such. Russ guessed it was a girl thing, like how his mom still weeped over the ending of the Titanic when he was sure she had forced him through it at least thirty times, which was so weird, because, really, Jack wasn’t gonna suddenly survive the thirty first time around. Leonardo Decaprio could snuff it for all Russ really cared (he’d worry about himself if he gave a damn, of course), but that was out of the question of even commenting, or sweet, however ridiculous Ms. Campbell would lightly swat him over the head and call him ‘such a boy’ (to which Russ would reply he was a man, even at the tender age of six, and then she would roll her eyes and tell him to go clean his room, ending the debate). Which if you asked Russ, she was totally wrong by a long shot, because a boy’s nature was often much less strange than a girl’s; they were unfathomable, delicate creatures of the opposite sex, after all. But among their oddities concerning dying heroes onscreen that were completely fictional, ergo pointless, there lay the troublesome thought: going shopping. And while Ms. Campbell had, thank whatever deities up above, been practical, Russ had grown up never carrying large loads of clothes while trailing after his mother as a young boy. Neither had he ever gone with past girlfriends, simply refusing point blank. And since his mom didn’t indulge, it was truth to say there wasn’t a girl important enough to which he would subject himself to such torture.
Until Merina, that is. Russ remembered the first time he had been coerced into tagging along; he had whined for a good week afterwards that his arms were strained (they really were for like, a day, but he just had to squeeze whatever sympathy he could out of her, which wasn’t much). So it was the love of a brother that had driven Russel to rouse himself out of winking and flirting with various employees to hang around his best friend for the day, given the fact a lot of passerby people would have probably thought they were dating by the way he was practically her bitch, trailing after her store after store. It was also almost painfully reminiscent of younger days back in New York together that Russ rolled his eyes half-playful, half-exasperated, as he threw himself into an armchair and eyed the brunette with a patronizing stare. “Merina Honor Sorrentino,”[/color] he started again, hoping the effect of her full name would make him sound somewhat superior and authoritive; it made him sound kind of goofy instead, though, “in the name of our longwithstanding friendship, I command you put the Gucci down.” [/color]Did they even sell Gucci here? He wasn’t sure, but it was a stupid name to give an item even if it got his point across. Sort of. Maybe. He needed to work on this whole persuasion thing. Maybe Russel should have given thought to being an English major instead. Yeahh… or not. Definitely not.[/color]
Though, perhaps switching gears would help him get out of this hell hole faster. “I’m hungry,” announced Russel suddenly with new vigor, giving Merina his best puppy eyes, “let’s go eat soon. I’ll even cave, no Italiano begging on my part, I think there’s a new Chinese place around here.” [/color]He looked at her expectantly, knowing very well he used the magic words concerning the exact fast food he knew she couldn’t resist most days. Besides, he liked Chinese almost as much as she did; being the proud owner of a bottomless pit of a stomach did that to a guy. He blatantly ignored the snickering from the cashier clerk nearby, obviously pegging him as some starved, helpless boyfriend that he had probably seen a million times over, just with different names, different faces. Whatever. [/color]Russ probably got more tips as a waiter than that guy ever did, so it’s not like it mattered what anybody thought. As he once pointed out to Merina before, going out with her often made people think they were dating, thus he wasn’t able to exactly go gallavanting with other girls (he had once received a nasty slap from a girl that called him a string of creative curses, and a cheater, after seeing Merina with him earlier), so he had nothing to lose. Hell, at this point, he might have even gone on his knees like a beggar. Not that he was even that hungry, or sick of shopping to be completely honest, he was simply bored. And damn, what a thing to do to a guy.
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