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"What are you making now, Ashton?" Mrs. Stonehouse yawned while scratching at her unruly bedhead. The boy smiled as his middle aged housemate before flipping the omelette before him. It plopped back into the pan with a satisfying sizzle welcoming its landing.
"Omelette with last night's left overs. It'll be ready soon." he quietly answered while watching the ingredients. He slid the omelette onto a floral platter before placing it atop the quaint kitchen table. He quietly took his seat across from the auburn haired woman whose thinning locks barely held onto her curlers.
They cut into the meal and quietly ate. Mrs. Stonehouse laced her fingers under chin, hovering over her empty plate. "Hey? Did you hear about what happened at the Wilkinson's lately?"
Ash internally groaned but kept a pleasant expression while nodding. He frankly didn't care for rumors or gossip but in this house, he didn't have much choice but to listen to the secretary's drivel.
A smile crossed her bare lips as she readied herself to tell her tale. "Well, I heard from Linda who heard from Courtney who heard it from Samantha that the Wilkinson's girl has gotten into something strange. They say that the kid hasn't left the house in days and you've seen how rambunctious that little girl is. You know which one I'm talking about right?" Ash shook his head and she sighed. "Well, its that little curly haired girl, the one who dresses in a lot of black. I don't think she's past middle school yet. Anyways, I'm getting side tracked here. I really think that kid has gotten herself into some real trouble this time, Sam says that she bought something off that house with the weird son. You know, the goth boy? I truly don't understand that appeal...."
The woman's words blur out through Ash's thoughts as he contemplated his upcoming schedule.
Work.
Work.
Coffee with Rich.
Home.
Dinner.
Who knows... maybe some porn?
The clock on the far wall caught his attention, noticing the hands indicating 8:30AM
He collected the plates and central platter before removing his striped apron. "Sorry ma'am, I have to go." he murmurs as she finishes her last segment of neighborhood drama. Again, no appeal whatsoever. She said her farewells before trudging up the stairs to start her all too lengthy beauty routine.
Ash snatches his board from the porch and quickly slams it into the pavement, making his way to a nearby book shop.
"Omelette with last night's left overs. It'll be ready soon." he quietly answered while watching the ingredients. He slid the omelette onto a floral platter before placing it atop the quaint kitchen table. He quietly took his seat across from the auburn haired woman whose thinning locks barely held onto her curlers.
They cut into the meal and quietly ate. Mrs. Stonehouse laced her fingers under chin, hovering over her empty plate. "Hey? Did you hear about what happened at the Wilkinson's lately?"
Ash internally groaned but kept a pleasant expression while nodding. He frankly didn't care for rumors or gossip but in this house, he didn't have much choice but to listen to the secretary's drivel.
A smile crossed her bare lips as she readied herself to tell her tale. "Well, I heard from Linda who heard from Courtney who heard it from Samantha that the Wilkinson's girl has gotten into something strange. They say that the kid hasn't left the house in days and you've seen how rambunctious that little girl is. You know which one I'm talking about right?" Ash shook his head and she sighed. "Well, its that little curly haired girl, the one who dresses in a lot of black. I don't think she's past middle school yet. Anyways, I'm getting side tracked here. I really think that kid has gotten herself into some real trouble this time, Sam says that she bought something off that house with the weird son. You know, the goth boy? I truly don't understand that appeal...."
The woman's words blur out through Ash's thoughts as he contemplated his upcoming schedule.
Work.
Work.
Coffee with Rich.
Home.
Dinner.
Who knows... maybe some porn?
The clock on the far wall caught his attention, noticing the hands indicating 8:30AM
He collected the plates and central platter before removing his striped apron. "Sorry ma'am, I have to go." he murmurs as she finishes her last segment of neighborhood drama. Again, no appeal whatsoever. She said her farewells before trudging up the stairs to start her all too lengthy beauty routine.
Ash snatches his board from the porch and quickly slams it into the pavement, making his way to a nearby book shop.