"Oh, and thanks for giving back my pick. The thing might cost less than a buck, but it means a lot to me. More than you probably think. And I know you probably think my reasons are dumb..."
His voice addled her brain, she was still kind of confused on why he'd acted so serious. It explained a lot, the pick meaning something to him. Though she didn't have the slightest idea why something that small and dumb was so important to him. Brushing that aside, she grunted for a moment, and finally muttered beneath her breath towards him, "Yeah, yeah, whatever." She was a bit annoyed that he'd been that pissed off about a freaking afro pick. She didn't get it, and that really irritated her.
Well, she didn't really want to care about him anyway, so she ignored him after that. It was an art that she had perfected beyond perfection. In fact she barely noticed him most of the time. Whistling beneath her breath, the same song that had annoyed him yesterday, the one she'd turned up so loud that he'd nearly exploded, she continued to walk at a leisurely pace, making sure to stay with Michael even if she didn't want to. And then, her thoughts wandered to a place she wasn't really sure she wanted them to wander to.
There was one question that kept rolling through her head. Why did she hate Michael Kay so much? Was it his clumsiness, his stupidity? Was it because he was a blithering idiot? 'Cuz he was happy all the time? She pondered over this for a few moments, trying to pinpoint the exact reason she hated Michael Kay. She couldn't figure it out. In fact, it bothered her quite a bit that she didn't understand her intense dislike for Michael Kay. Shuddering, she realized that he had been speaking to her, telling her the directions to Rickie's.
When they'd finally gotten to Rickie's she'd been totally out of it. She was completely zoned out. She was pretty much following Michael like a zombie. She was confused, and she was still trying to figure out why she hated him. Maybe she hated him just to hate him. Maybe she was getting her feelings confused. A horrified expression crossed Kim's face as a possibility came to her mind. She felt her fingers shake for a moment, and then she caught herself, gathering whatever dignity she could muster as she waltzed into the store, without a care in the world.
When she'd situated herself accordingly, she heard Michael greet someone who seemed to be Rickie himself. Unsure of whether she should introduce herself, she decided not to anyway. Ignoring Rickie just like she ignored Michael, she flipped through a random selection of albums without even looking at them. The bright colors blurred past her face, yet still she stared off into the distance. There weren't a lot of people milling about the store, she saw that. Only some other person, Michael, Rickie, and herself.
"So is this your new girlfriend, Mike?"
"DEFINITELY not." She snapped after Michael stammered out his answer. She glared at Rickie for a moment, but she was tired of glaring, and finally relaxed back into her I'm-not-going-to-talk-to-you attitude. Leaning back against a wall and closing her eyes for a moment, before opening them again and staring back at Rickie defiantly.
He wasn't bad looking, definitely not her type. Then again, nobody was really her type at all. She shot a small, curious look, before letting herself settle back into her naturally intense stare. She turned her head away, letting a curtain of dark brown hair edged in glowing purple to hide her face.
"Ah, alright. If you didn't already know, my name's Rickie, miss. Welcome to my cellar of a store."
He was leering at her. All of a sudden, Kim felt very uncomfortable in Rickie's attention. Slowly, she smiled at him uncertaintly and eased herself back, shifting and shuffling away from him ever so slowly. He was totally like, staring at her as though she were a piece of meat rather than a girl. He probably didn't get out much. In fact she couldn't figure out whether he didn't get out much, or whether he was just a freaking perv. She bit her tongue before she could say the words and spoke through clenched teeth.
"Ah, nice to meet you. I'm Kim... Um." She took another step back and finally turned on her heel, giving Rickie a backwards wave as she nearly crashed into something or the other. She wasn't usually this clumsy, but Rickie was making her so uncomfortable, that she seriously just wanted to smack that weird leer right off of his face. No, forget the leer. She just wanted to rearrange his face right now.
As she began to build a mental wall against Rickie's voice, she heard something else. Something that proved to be much, much more annoying than Rickie. Her ears ached from the sound of it already. God, what was making that insufferable squeaky noise? She winced, and flinched away from the sound. Finally gathering the courage to even try and find the SOURCE of the sound... Ugh... It was getting worse.
"My name's Denny. I love just saying it. Denny, Denny, Denny, Denny, Denny..."
Someone was singing something or the other. Turning towards the general direction the noise was emanating from, she soon realized that she was in quite a predicament. Standing in front of Michael was someone even more annoying than Michael himself. She was shorter than him. She had blonde hair, which made Kim like her even less, and she had the most annoying voice in the entire universe...
She was dressed in ridiculous clothing as well. Sparkly... Stuff. Michael Jackson gone blonde impersonator. She stored away the insult to use later on if the chick ever annoyed her. She stalked towards them both, her eyebrows furrowing as she thought about just how annoying this girl was.
She realized that the name Denny held no appeal to her anymore. Denny was just a dumb name. She had to admit after hearing it about a million times, she didn't like it. But that was to be expected, no? Denny, Denny, Denny, Denny Denny DENNY DENNY DENNY DENNY DENNNNNYYYYY! She could hear that annoying, little, squeaky mouse voice rattling through her head. She shook her head for a moment, and nearly smashed straight into Michael.
"Oh. You." She sneered for a moment, sizing up "Denny". "Michael, when are we leaving. I get the feeling that I'm a little too welcome here." She snorted beneath her breath and glanced back at Denny. She felt a twinge of something in her chest. Michael looked rather flushed, and rather happy. Backing away from the both of them, she warred with herself. Would she rather hang out with Michael the moron and Denny the dumb ass? Or Rickie the retard? Hard choice, hard choice.
She wasn't sure what it was about Denny, but she didn't like her straight away. She got that there was something beneath the sickening sweetness. Some kind of nasty medicinal flavor that made her tongue curl back towards her throat. Eh... She didn't know exactly what it was, but she didn't want to stick around to get a taste of it. But, still, she stood there, waiting patiently for Michael to leave with her. But she knew in the back of her head he wouldn't.
Ah, well.
She'd just drag him out by his afro if he didn't hurry.