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“So, this is your home, huh?” I asked as I looked around. It certainly was nice-looking. I could imagine living here. “Still, two floors is a lot of space for one person.”
“Not just one person.” She said.
“Others live here?
“Yeah. You'll see them soon enough.”
I sat down on a comfortable sofa. Brack was shaping up to be a nice place. The locals were interesting, the views were pleasant and the whole town was perfect for an aspiring artist like me. I probably should have started to paint back there, but I held it off. Amy came back with a liter of cola—I quickly took a glass. The cold, syrupy flavor was perfect for my tongue, and certainly better than the crappy can I had back in my car. I quickly took another glass of it.
“So, amy, I--”
“AW, YEAH, BABY! NINJA THROUGH THE DOOR!”
The next few seconds were quite possibly the strangest seconds in my life.
The door was smashed open with a forceful kick, and a black blur dashed into the room with the speed of a hurricane. I quickly got up and went into my fighting stance—my lack of knowledge about fighting be damned, I wanted to look cool in front of Amy again.
“Hey, wait, that's just Azu--”
“Don't be fooled, Amy! This reminds me of when I was attacked by three ninjas in the shower!”
“What?!”
“It'd take five hours to explain, we don't have the time!” My brother always said it never happened, and I was just OD'ing on my medication.
My brother is a fucking liar.
I, of course, refused to believe that this blur was a normal person, and, as such, I immediately kicked him in the head with my foot, an act which was monumentally stupid, as it was enough to tip me over. I fell over and smashed into a table, sending him with me—it gave way the instant I hit it, letting me fall into the hard wood floor with a massive thud, surrounded by wood dust and broken tablestuff.
My vision blanked out—I awoke with my head throbbing in immense pain, even though a freezing ice pack was placed on it (I always assumed that they made it hurt more, but everyone refused to believe me. I was probably wrong, but I held onto this assumption for as long as I had lived), in a room I hadn't seen before. I was in a bed. My head still hurt.
Amy and some guy I had never seen before were standing above me. He had some short golden hair—quite cute for him. He was also kinda short—definitely shorter than me. Part of his cheek has a bruise in it.
“Who....are you....?” I groggily droned. My vision was swimming and my head hurt horribly.
Goldy-boy extended his hand. “Hi, I'm Azure. You fucking kicked me in the face. It hurt.”
“I would normally expect it to hurt.” I took his hand; he helped me stand up, though I was still kinda groggy. “I'm sorry. It's just, when someone comes in bursting through a door like a ninja, I tend to kick them. Or punch them. Or subdue them.”
“Eh, It's okay.” He beamed. “I'm just a weird person. Maybe too weird for you.” He gave me a smirk, but it was a happy smirk. He was kinda cute.
“Mikane, this is Azure.” Amy said. “He's my roomate, and the other person living here. He's kinda odd, in case you hadn't noticed. He likes to have stupid fun in crazy costumes. He never acts his age, I swear...”
“Okay, that makes sense.” Man, everyone here is crazy. I gripped my head and walked over to a window. “I'm still annoyed that I smashed my head on a table and the floor.”
“I'm annoyed that you smashed my table.”
“It was in self-defense. I was being attacked by a ninja.”
“No, you weren't.”
“Yes I was.”
“Ladies,” Azure sighed. “Can't we do something else for a change! Who cares about the table?! We should be outside having fun!”
“No, thanks.” I replied, sitting down on a chair. “My head still hurts.....”
I spent the rest of the day bitching about my head and constantly dulling the pain with constant application of soda to my mouth. Which, admittedly, didn't really do anything, but shit, I wanted an excuse to lay around and drink soda.
Later on in the evening, I could get up without my vision going to hell, so I decided to go hit the drugstore.
“Drugstore?” Amy said while she swept up tablestuff. “There's no drugstores in Brack. We have to drive to the nearest town, Milo, to get to a drugstore.”
“What?” I replied incredulously. “There's no drugstores?”
“Yup. In fact, we have no electronic stores either. Or grocery stores. Or music stores. Or bookstores. Or any kind of store, really. Everything we could need is at Milo. No one lives there—it's all stores; just like how Brack is all houses and apartments. The towns are very heavily connected. You need to travel for about 30 minutes along the Brack river to get to Milo.” She swept up the last of the tablestuff and put it in a trash bag. “Wanna go?”
“Sure. I want to see Milo for myself.” I got up and stretched my arms. A whole town of just nothing but stores? Brack and Milo were very odd places. It looked like I was gonna get a lot more than I bargained for.
Amy wanted me to take out the trash while she got her Patriot V8 ready. I grabbed the bag, walked outside, and dumped it in her small trash can. It was getting rather late outside—the sky was a dark blue, and the low amount of light meant it was a display of stars. I had never, ever, seen that many stars in my entire life. They filled the sky with such a white splendor that I was taken aback for a little bit. I was really starting to like this place.
I went over to Amy's garage—her V8 was fully motored and ready. I could recognize that gasoline smell anywhere, and the roar from her engine was an unmistakable American V8. Nice. She was sitting in the driver's seat, Azure in the passenger. I quickly got in the back and strapped my seatbelt in. Amy roared out the garage and onto the roads. It was only about 10 minutes before she was driving down the Brack River—two roads cut paths down each side of it, with the river rushing between them. It was a quite relaxing riverside drive.
“So, Amy, where'd you find this beaut?” I asked, talking about the Patriot V8.
“Got it at a Garage sale! The original owner didn't want it anymore, so I took it for about 400 bucks, and then restored it to full!”
“Nice. Only 400 bucks?”
“Well, that, and 30,000 in restoring costs.....”
“Oh, that too. Well, it's fun to drive, right?” I asked as the forest shot by in the mirror. Amy took a small right turn, sending us across a bridge to the other side of the river.
“Yup! Though I'm not taking the fastest route here.”
“What would be the fastest way?”
“Those who have Mudpluggers quite often drive through the river itself to get to Milo. It's legal here.”
“Interesting....”
I let her drive all the way to Milo. The view here was beautiful. The forest to your side. The river to your other side. And, ahead, was a massive glorious mountain range. The Rocky Mountains themselves, they were an impressive sight all right. And Milo was right at their base. I took in the sights as Amy sped down the road, a quite dangerous activity, as it had no guardrails...
“What do you want to get?” She asked the both of us.
“I'm getting some root beer and plenty of ice cream.” I said absentmindedly. “I have my own money, don't worry.”
“I'll be getting some chips. Maybe some tea.” Azure said after me.
“Okay, let's go!” Amy jumped out of her car and ran away towards the store.
Azure got out with me and we looked at each other. Then began a slower walk to the store.
“You're an interesting girl, Mikane.”
“Really? I'm not that interesting.”
“Oh, I really think you are. Everyone here is crazy. The very fact that you decided to live here proves that.”
“I guess.....”
“Look, I think you're cool. You're gonna have some fun here!”
“If you say so.”
“What do you do?”
“I'm an artist and a piano player.”
“Wow, that's awesome! I've never been good with music. Only art. I'm writing a comic and I want to get it published soon!”
“A comic, huh? Sounds cool. Can I see it when we go back to your place?”
“Sure?”
I suddenly got an idea in my head.
“You know...how about I compose a theme song for your comic.....”