Friday, September 24, 2021

One for the team

 "I know this one!" Cyrus was in a whispered shout as he looked to Roman who was waiting for Cyrus to tell him the answer. 

Of course, Cyrus was a nervous wreck. He would have never come if it hadn't been for Pixie. After all, he did enjoy seeing her every evening. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have hung around the pizzeria. Sure, he did a little here and there, like sweeping and cleaning pizza pans. Sometimes, he watched the dough whirl, but could never figure out when it was actually ready.

Beyond reasoning, he'd fallen for that perky face of her. Maybe it was the startling eyes. He didn't know, but she was exciting to be around. She made everything fun.

"What is it?" Roman wanted to know.

"Watership Down." Cyrus was sure of it. After all, he loved that novel. He'd read it five times in one year.

Roman nodded. About then Pixie touched Cyrus' shoulder and drew near just to belch on him. Naturally, he was uneasy as he gasped, but he endured it. It was Pixie after all. 

"Oh God, don't you get sick on us!" Roman jumped up just as she turned to vomit all over his crouch. Roman grimaced in a tizzy dance,

It was a pitiful sight. She leaned on Roman as if she'd been his all along. 

Suddenly, Cyrus didn't know what to think. He snatched the paper from the bar counter. He'd answer these questions all on his own. After all, he couldn't look at Pixie. It was like looking at sadness. Even worse. Cyrus swelled his mouth shut as he waited for the next question.

"Look-" Roman's grimace was pure disgust as he practically choked.

"Go. Just go." Cyrus ordered. He'd manage to win this for the team. After all, the questions were so easy. It was the least he could do for Pixie. It was her idea. No way would he help Roman get her out of the bar. 

Roman nodded and did his best to lift her over his shoulder before she threw up again.

Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Here we are

 Roman guessed he was up for this. He couldn't remember ever going to such a thing. Of course, he might have been outnumbered. No one here looked like him, but it didn't seem to bother Pixie nor Cyrus. Yes, she'd talked him into going.

"He'll know all the answers," she'd whispered to Roman as she got them all dark vanilla brews.

Roman gave her a quick smile and nursed on his beer. Naturally, Cyrus wouldn't touch his. He looked a little nervous as Pixie pushed the bowl of pretzels toward him. Finally, he took one as if he would not be afraid.

"Now let's look at these questions," she said with a smirk.

"Even if we get all the questions right, what do we actually get?" Roman wanted to know.

"A twenty-dollar gift card for here." She looked at him as if he should have guessed.

First, they had to come up with a name for their trio. He'd jotted down The Three Amigos. Of course, Pixie thought it was lame and Cyrus only questioned her about it. "As if it really matters," fretted Roman while he jotted it all down on their sheet. 

Naturally, some loud Celtic music began as if it were the start of the meeting of the minds, and the guy who ran it was the owner's son, a nerdy bearded redhead. 

Roman sighed. He hoped they didn't do this every week. Naturally, Pix caught his attention as if she might jump on the table to do a little jig for him. Of course, Cyrus looked alarmed, but she soothed him down when she touched the top of his restless curls. She turned to Roman and did the same to him. She was alluring that way. Roman wasn't sure being brainy had anything to do with it.

"All right boys, get  your thinking caps on." Pixie was a one-woman show.

Roman did his best not to laugh. Was she serious? She finished off her beer and ordered another while the fellow was still going on and on about the specials that night along with the history of pub quizzes and the like.

It was giving Roman practically a headache. Would the guy ever shut up?

"Ok, guys.. let's get started," The moderator announced. It was suddenly quiet. Pixie finished off her beer and Cyrus' too. "Which novel from Richard Adams starts with the word 'The primroses were over'?"

Monday, September 20, 2021

Oh, you're just lonely


LaLa felt she was getting closer to Mario somehow. Although, he might as well have been a million miles away. Still, there were her daily visits at the hospital with Mario's Dad. Honestly, she hated for those days to come to an end, but she was happy that his Dad was on the mend. 

At least, it gave her something to text Mario about. Somehow, he always made the day better even at home when she was cleaning house.

Oh, such happiness made her feel as if joy could even make vacuuming elating. Every step she took she imagined his sweet smile and if she thought of him long enough she could imagine him touching her hair. His lips so close...

Of course, she was brought back to reality seeing Bea's sex doll laying there on the couch like the dead. Eyes closed, perhaps a Sleeping Beauty.

"Damn you!" LaLa cursed jumping back wondering when Bea would get rid of this thing. If Marcus ever showed up and she was home alone, she would definitely tell him it would be good riddance. The doll only made LaLa shiver. She hated having it in the apartment. 

About then her phone actually rang. It was Roman. She couldn't imagine what he would want.

"I know, I should have text." He told her he was hanging out at the pizzeria. There was a pub quiz that Pixie thought they should go to and it was only two doors down from where she worked.

"Why do you want to go? You aren't that smart." They watched Jeopardy together and he never got any of the answers. She winced more. Imagining, he was messing around with his new co-worker, behind her back.  "You better behave yourself!"

"All right. I will," he told her he was trying to get Deano to go, but he was studying for some test. She sighed. This could not turn out well.

After she hung up, she realized her days with Roman were number. Perhaps, this was a good thing.

Saturday, September 18, 2021

When doves fly


Honestly, Hope was a little upset with Tori and Dylan. Why hadn't they told anyone about getting married? 

Megan and Caitlin were over to see baby Jewel. It wasn't often the three of them could get together. Even when they lived together they rarely got together.

"Oh, don't be too hard on her," Megan said as she snacked on the cheap shortbread from the Dollar Store and hot lemoned tea. "It's amazing they got it done. I thought they wouldn't. You know, I'm happy for them."

"Yeah, I know, but like Hope said, it would have been nice to celebrate a wedding," Caitlin shrugged as she dipped a cookie into her tea.

"It's just weird, can you be know..alone..out in the woods?"

"People do it all the time," Megan told her. "That's the way the pioneers did it and even people on the other side of the world. Besides, they have a marriage certificate. What does it matter as long as in their hearts they know it's true."

Hope only smiled. Of course, she doubted she and Kyle would have a pow-wow. She guessed no one got married at those anyway, but still something with heritage would be nice. Perhaps a fusion of cultures, no less. 

"Have you heard from Frankie lately?" Hope thought it best to switch gears.

"I guess he's fine," Megan shrugged. "His roommate is working. Did Kyle meet her?"

"Um, no," Hope remembered her name was Pixie. "But I guess Roman likes her."

"Roman?" Caitlin winced. "Isn't he with LaLa?"

"Well, people always have work husband and wives," Megan looked at Caitlin. "Hasn't that ever happened to you?"

"Never." Caitlin looked at Megan as if she was making things up.

"I never felt that way about Frankie," Hope confessed. "he was always more like a big brother to me when we worked together."

Jewel let out a cry about then and Hope went to feed her.

Caitlin looked at Megan as if she was bringing up too many weird things. "Is there something I should know about you?" Caitlin asked Megan.

"Oh, I've been around a lot of people teaching," she chuckled. "I've met all types. It's just when you click with certain people it does make your job easier. Cause there isn't that much fun teaching."

"Then..then why don't you quit?" Caitlin wanted to know.

"Nothing out there is like a piece of cake, you know. I do love the kids. I love watching them learn."

"The way you talk, sometimes, I just can't see you and Cori ever being together." Caitlin bit into another cookie.

"And yet we are." Megan's smile was smart as she cradled her cup of tea.

Hope smiled back. She sensed that feeling too. How it came about with her and Kyle.

Thursday, September 16, 2021

You and me

 Honestly, Rico was too sleepy to think, but here he was down at the pizzeria folding pizza boxes with Cyrus. He'd came over to hang out because Mario thought he should. "You don't have that many friends," he told him, but the fact remained it was Cyrus didn't have any friends.

"So you like your classes?" Cyrus sounded a little monotone as he kept folding away the nice crisp boxes.

"I dunno. I guess. I mean, everyone keeps to themselves, know, that's a plus," Rico said everyone masked up. It was hard to tell who anyone was.

"I never finished."

"What?" Rico looked at Cyrus wondering what he meant.

"High school."

Rico only nodded. "How old are you, anyway?"

"Pretty old actually," Cyrus was serious.

"Like how old, thirty-three?"

"I didn't say I was ancient." He put a box in its place. He made sure the stacks were nice and even of the fresh pizza boxes. "I'm twenty-four."

"Twenty-four and you didn't finish high school?" Rico couldn't imagine it. 

Cyrus let out a small sigh. "I just couldn't do it."

"Right." Rico nodded, hoping he didn't start something. 

"I don't like being around a lot of people. They have germs," Cyrus told him. "I like some people. I like doing things with people."

"Like what?" Rico practically winced, doubting now that Cyrus would ever go to the skating rink with him.

"Um, podcast. I really like talking." He smiled.


"I'm not really that funny." Cyrus went back to folding the boxes. Rico tried to keep up, but he could see Cyrus liked folding the boxes and seeing them all in their place ever so accurately.

"When we get this done, let's go play THE LAST OF US," Cyrus said he liked the original better than the second one.

Tuesday, September 14, 2021

to begin again

 "I could work both places," Pixie assured Mazie. She'd taken the dinner rush at the pizzeria. She was only there for four hours. If she was at the coffee shop in the early morning she could take a power nap afterward. Of course, getting to the two places was a pain, but there was always the bus. She really didn't want to ask much from Frankie. 

"Well, you would have to be here by five in the morning, you know."Mazie looked at her as if she doubted someone like Pixie could handle a shift that early.

"It'll be fine," she smiled. About then the tall African American guy with the golden afro appeared at the doorway of the coffee owner's office. It was a cramped space, but the coffee shop was compact.

"You'll be working with Roman," Mazie told her.

"Roman?" She almost choked on a giggle. Now that was a game-changer. Pixie tried her best not to smile, but he was just what she needed. He was here to show her around.

Pixie looked back at Mazie doubting the woman had ever waited on anyone in this establishment. 

"You'll take over for Kyle," he told her. "He got on at a school. He'll be teaching third grade."

It sounded like Kyle was going to battle. No way would she have the nerve to be around little kids. "I bet he'll regret it," Pixie said without thinking.

"Oh, he didn't have to think long. He was only going to sub, but when they found out he was certified they offered the position to him." Roman looked at her blankly.

"Look, I don't even know who this guy is," she grinned and told him she was from Minnesota.

"Minnesota?" The way he said it was as if she was practically from another country. 

"Where are you from?" She asked.

"I've been here all my life," he gave her a hearty handshake. "I'm part of the Love family. They say music is in our blood, but I guess it must have skipped my genes."

"Roman Love?" Fascinating, Pixie thought. 

Sunday, September 12, 2021

I'm in serious shit, I feel totally lost


Frankie felt a little more uncomfortable each minute he spent with Tori. Truly, he did feel like a lost cause. If he let it slip, how he was really feeling, he knew it would do neither any good. And when she started talking about a wedding. Frankie felt the urge to go to the bathroom. Anywhere to be alone.

He winced as he washed his hands. No way could he actually use the bathroom at Tori's place. He winced more. Had he heard her correctly? She and Dylan were married?


"Why didn't you tell me?" he texted Megan who didn't text for a bit but finally replied, "About what?"

"Tori and Dylan."

"What about them?"

Frankie winced hard. He knew it was best not text what he really wanted to text.

"She says they got married?"

"When!" Megan shot back.

"Um, I dunno." Frankie moved the words into the space and sent. Honestly, he wasn't really listening to Tori. He was just hung up on the GAY word. He sighed and told Megan he'd call her soon. He pushed his phone in his back pocket.

" how come you guys didn't tell anyone?" He felt as if he was using Megan's words. Not his own when he got back to the glass of lemonade.

"Oh, we just thought, it was best to be alone," she told him. "I mean, I got my COVID vaccine and we felt like taking a trip to Colorado. Luckily, there was an opening at the lodge, and we just had to do some paperwork and we got to be alone in the forest, said our vows ..and that's that. We ate Krispy Kreme donuts."

He looked at her straight-lipped as if that was not on her diet.

"We celebrated."

"Good." Frankie managed to say although, his throat practically stung. "I..I wished I'd known."

He did his best not to wince. Honestly, he was such a fool. He felt as if everyone knew this but him.