Miscommunication. (A Short Story)

“Hey? You’re Kenya right?”

“Yeah. Just like the country. You’re the new girl right?”

“Yeah, I’m Toto. Heard you’re the guy to be around if you want trouble?”

“Trouble is obsessed with me, like, I tried to tell trouble we’re done but trouble never listens!”

She paused with a blank stare and all of a sudden the conversation got awkward. His lips fumbled around trying to decide weather he wants to rectify his cheesy joke or just wait for her to say anything else.
“Pfft.” She scoffed. “Hahaha okay that’s so stupid dude.”

“Urm that’s the whole point right?”

“Riiiight.” She said as she rolled her eyes.

She leaned in and look both ways as if to pass infomation worth dying for. “Anyway I need you to come down to the cross country route me, I need your help with something.”

“Woah straight forward, I like it. I wanted to get some lunch but with these new prices I’ll be well fed today but eating air sandwiches all week.” He said as he felt his pockets and began to gather pencils and other random objects scattered around the concrete bench.

“Forget the tuck shop food, I’ve got something you can eat ALL week.”

“Oh I see girl. I think you and I could get along real well…real real well.”

“Urm . . .okay.” She muttered with a cautious grimace

She walked him down a path beaten path which cut across the old abandoned gym and into a thick wool of untamed hedges surrounded by towering gum trees. with a smile on her face, constantly re-assured him he’s gonna like it, all Kenya could imagine was how best to relay the story of his finessing had become so unbeatable, he need not even try any more.

She stopped by the brick walled corner at the edge of the school grounds with a grin growing ever larger. She let out a big gasp and said

“Okay. I guess, I’m . . .I’m doing this.”
She dropped her backpack to the ground, and pushed Kenya to the wall. Poor Kenya was in utter disbelief of the situation but his natural instincts kicked in once she threw her jumper off and began to unbutton her shirt. He followed suit quickly and threw off his jumper, he usually struggled to unfasten his belt buckle but this was the time be clinical. Until. . .

“Woah Woah Woah. DUDE WOAH WHAT THE FLYING FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” She Exclaimed, thrusting her hand away from the blinding misunderstanding in front of her?”

“I…I thought we were-” he muttured as he unclinically fumbled to pick his oversized pants from the ground.

“Were what? About shoot a freaking porno? Dude I wanted to scale the wall so we go grab so chiwaya down the road, ive never had some.”

“Shit!I mean you pushed me to the wall and your shirt I mean . . . Come on?” He shrugged in defence.

“Yeah! I mean, private school uniform? It just screams take my money, im not about to pay double for some chips.”

“Well la-dee-fucking-da, you know, it took five minutes to get here, you don’t think you could have given me a heads up? I’m a teenage boy Toto! Like, 90% of my decision making comes from my penis!”

“Okay first, it’s hard to take you seriously with your pants down, pun intended. In fact why the hell are your pants down? Even pornstars give the illusion of foreplay and make out first.”

“Wait you watch porn? Nice.”

“That’s what you took from that?”

“Look just, *sigh* Maybe we go get this Chiwaya now yeah?”

In a synchronized nod the two vowed to drastically alter the details of that first outing. Bellies full of chiwaya and pockets full of change, they proccedded back on what now felt like a very long walk.
The slow transition from the tall trees that surrounded the to the choatic scene of little teenagers awkwardly fumbling through the day in uniform reminded them of real world and their rolls in it.
“Toto” he said, as he turned and faced her.

“Kenya”

“So I guess we part ways huh?”

“We should totally make this a weekly thing”

“Damn straight dude.”

“So uh, hug or handshake?”

“Mmmh too personal and too formal, let’s go for the classic nod. Besides my friends are watching and I’m pretty sure they’re gonna asked me either if I smashed or plan to.”

She paused on it then gave off a cool nod and a smirk.

“Keep ’em guessing.”