Cutscene: Model Friendship

Winslow High School

Friday, March 25, 2011

Second Lunch Period

11:55 AM

"So, you weren't joking?" Sparky vocalized, his voice raised as he tried to make himself heard over the ambient din that was Winslow.

"Nope."

"You actually made out with Barnes?" Brown hair threatened to fall into his eyes as he leaned forward, staring right into his friend's face. "Like, no joke? Full on tongue-wrestling."

"Yeah, Sparks." Greg shot his friend a grin as the two of them walked towards the cafeteria among a mob of other students. Biology had just let out, the class itself netting Greg +1 to INT and + 3 to his Anatomy skill. The two of them were headed towards their lunch period of the day, stomachs ready for the greasy mess that Winslow considered food for growing teenagers.

"Wow," Sparky's eyes widened slightly. "That's… that's actually impressive. Props, brah."

"Thanks," Greg replied. "I honestly didn't do anything, though."

"I mean, I don't doubt that. You have like no game whatsoever," Sparky chuckled slightly, "I'm just honestly surprised Barnes didn't chew you up and spit you out." The brown-skinned teen smirked at Greg as he finished speaking, obviously waiting for a reaction.

Greg laughed for a few moments more before blinking, his expression becoming one of clear confusion.

"I…" Greg blinked. "I don't get it."

Sparky shot him a look. "You know… 'cause she's a model."

"Not… getting the joke here."

The beanie-wearing teen blinked, mouth opening slightly. "Chew you up and spit you out? Like, vomit."

"Mmmm, yeah," Greg shook his head, raising an eyebrow. "Still nothing."

Sparky's mouth snapped shut. "How do you not get the joke? Models throw up. Everyone knows this."

"Ohhhh," Greg's eyebrows rose in understanding as his mouth formed an "o". "Wasn't that good of a joke. Maybe you should just let me be the funny one."

The look on Sparky's face was almost indescribable, his mouth flat and eyes expressionless apart from a single twitching eyelid. Shaking his head, the mixed teenager quickened his pace, turning his back on his occasionally-annoying best friend as he slipped through the less densely packed crowd in front of him.

"Sparky?" Greg called out, the mob around him much tighter than it had been for his friend, preventing him from catching up. "Sparky, wait up! You jerk!"

"I can't even look at you right now, G," Sparky called out, not even bothering to look back. "See you in the lunch line!"

"Sparky!"

When his friend didn't even bother to slow down or even turn around, Greg shook his head in annoyance. "This is why you suck, by the way!"