“Man, I can’t live like this.”
“You’ve been living like this for six years, Damien, I think you can handle it,” I said, angrily gazing at the bricks in front of me.
“Yeah, well you try having a fast metabolism, and then come cry to me.”
I grinned and shook my head. Damien always uses the same lame excuse for everything, blaming it all on his “fast” metabolism.
“Damien, if you’re so hungry then go find some food.”
“I can’t. My tum-tum hurts too much.”
I sighed. “Fine then, I’ll be right back.” I stood up and walked to the nearest park, and returned twenty minutes later with a couple of hot dogs and chips.
“Eat up,” I said, tossing the small back of chips at Damien and handed him a hot dog.
“Yum!” He literally scarfed down both things and burped. Extremely loud.
“Ew, just ew,” I joked. Damien just looked at me. After a few bites, I looked at him and said “What.”
“Dark. Clouds. Rain.”
“Psh man, it ain’t gonna-” I shut up as the sky rumbled and large drops of water fell. Damn.
“You were saying?”