"Look at that guy." Oz said pointing. I pushed his hand down. "Don't be rude." I said. "Just look." He said. I looked to the right. There was a homeless man sitting on the steps of a court house. He was talking to himself and making very strange faces. He had a very old looking cowboy hat on that had a huge hole on the top of it and you could see his head through it. I tried not to laugh. "I can see the smirk on your face." He said. "It's not funny, it's mean." I said. "Oh please." He said. I looked at him. "Be nice." I said. I couldn't hold it in any longer though and started laughing. He put his arm around me and squeezed me. I looked up at him and he was looking down my shirt. I pushed him away laughing. "What?" He asked. "You know what!" I said hitting him in the arm with my purse. He just laughed. We walked up to these men that were painted to look like statues. "Dude, your fly is undone." Oz told one of the men. The man didn't move. "Seriously, dude." Oz said. He pointed at the guys crotch and started laughing. The guy looked down, which made Oz laugh even harder. "Fuck off." The guy told him. I grabbed his hand and started pulling him down the street. "You are so mean!" I said. "You know that was funny." He said. "It was. That doesn't mean it was nice though." I said. "I always wanted to do that to one of those guys." He said. I just shook my head. We continued walking. We stopped at a few stores and stopped at a small park to eat ice cream. The weather was pretty nice. I did start to get chilly though and Oz gave me his sweatshirt. We walked back to the car and went home after another hour of looking around. We stopped at the Cookie Corner to get some coffees on the way. We were exhausted by the time we got home. We layed down on the couch and he turned on the TV. "Have you talked to Spencer since you knocked down everything in his store?" He asked. I hit him in the arm. "It was ONE rack." I said. "And I'd say that one is enough to make him think you're a weirdo." He said. "You're not nice." I said. "You did it." He said. "Shut it." He laughed. "I'm gonna go fiddle wit my new pipe." He said in a weird voice. "You do that." I said. "Care to join?" He asked. "No thanks. Not in the mood." I said. "Fine. I'll have all the fun without you then!" He said. I laughed. I flipped through the channels on the tv and nothing was on. I went to my room to start reading some book of poems that Oz had bought me a few days earlier. I hadn't even really looked at it yet. I layed down on my bed and opened it. I kept dozing off as I was reading. It was good, but I was just too tired to focus on it. Oz started blasting his music. Some heavy metal shit that I could never get into. I heard pounding on our door, then Mrs. Ray screaming at us to turn down the music. "DAMNIT!" I shouted. I ran into Oz's room and turned off his radio. He was laying on his bed with his eyes closed. He was whispering something. "Whoa." He said. "Cool." "Oz!" I shouted. He jumped up. "Oh." He said looking at his stereo. "What the fuck." "You had your music on way too loud." I said. "Mrs. Ray was freaking out." "She is always freaking out." He said. He went to turn the stereo back on, but I slapped his hand. He looked up at me, then started laughing hysterically. "Oh shut it." I said. "Keep it down, okay?" "Okay, Lola, Lola, Lola. Lola, Lo, Lol, Lola, Lolita. . ." He I heard him saying as I closed his door. I heard him continusouly saying my name, until I closed my bedroom door. I layed down again and was finally able to take a nap in peace.
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"Look at that guy." Oz said pointing. I pushed his hand down. "Don't be rude." I said.
"Just look." He said.
I looked to the right. There was a homeless man sitting on the steps of a court house. He was talking to himself and making very strange faces. He had a very old looking cowboy hat on that had a huge hole on the top of it and you could see his head through it. I tried not to laugh.
"I can see the smirk on your face." He said.
"It's not funny, it's mean." I said.
"Oh please." He said.
I looked at him. "Be nice." I said. I couldn't hold it in any longer though and started laughing.
He put his arm around me and squeezed me. I looked up at him and he was looking down my shirt. I pushed him away laughing.
"What?" He asked.
"You know what!" I said hitting him in the arm with my purse.
He just laughed. We walked up to these men that were painted to look like statues. "Dude, your fly is undone." Oz told one of the men.
The man didn't move.
"Seriously, dude." Oz said. He pointed at the guys crotch and started laughing.
The guy looked down, which made Oz laugh even harder. "Fuck off." The guy told him. I grabbed his hand and started pulling him down the street. "You are so mean!" I said.
"You know that was funny." He said.
"It was. That doesn't mean it was nice though." I said.
"I always wanted to do that to one of those guys." He said.
I just shook my head. We continued walking. We stopped at a few stores and stopped at a small park to eat ice cream. The weather was pretty nice. I did start to get chilly though and Oz gave me his sweatshirt. We walked back to the car and went home after another hour of looking around. We stopped at the Cookie Corner to get some coffees on the way. We were exhausted by the time we got home. We layed down on the couch and he turned on the TV. "Have you talked to Spencer since you knocked down everything in his store?" He asked.
I hit him in the arm. "It was ONE rack." I said.
"And I'd say that one is enough to make him think you're a weirdo." He said.
"You're not nice." I said.
"You did it." He said.
"Shut it."
He laughed. "I'm gonna go fiddle wit my new pipe." He said in a weird voice.
"You do that." I said.
"Care to join?" He asked.
"No thanks. Not in the mood." I said.
"Fine. I'll have all the fun without you then!" He said.
I laughed. I flipped through the channels on the tv and nothing was on. I went to my room to start reading some book of poems that Oz had bought me a few days earlier. I hadn't even really looked at it yet. I layed down on my bed and opened it. I kept dozing off as I was reading. It was good, but I was just too tired to focus on it. Oz started blasting his music. Some heavy metal shit that I could never get into. I heard pounding on our door, then Mrs. Ray screaming at us to turn down the music. "DAMNIT!" I shouted. I ran into Oz's room and turned off his radio. He was laying on his bed with his eyes closed. He was whispering something. "Whoa." He said. "Cool."
"Oz!" I shouted.
He jumped up. "Oh." He said looking at his stereo. "What the fuck."
"You had your music on way too loud." I said. "Mrs. Ray was freaking out."
"She is always freaking out." He said. He went to turn the stereo back on, but I slapped his hand. He looked up at me, then started laughing hysterically.
"Oh shut it." I said. "Keep it down, okay?"
"Okay, Lola, Lola, Lola. Lola, Lo, Lol, Lola, Lolita. . ." He I heard him saying as I closed his door. I heard him continusouly saying my name, until I closed my bedroom door. I layed down again and was finally able to take a nap in peace.
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