Texas Rez

lawlz

He's a fighter. I know it.

Chapter 2: "Ho's, ho's, and more ho's." "What's next on the list?", Mr. Leon asked Rezzy. "It says "a pair of new drumsticks." Funny. I never seen mom play the drums, nor do we even own a drum set." "Um...," Mr. Leon snatched the list out of Rezzy's hands. "Let's just skip that for now." "Uh huh," Rezzy responds in suspicion. "What ever you say. You're the one that decided to come to the mall after all." "Hey!", Mr. Leon says, avoiding to talk about the supposedly called drumsticks. "Let's go inside that store to see if we can find anything!" "Inside a Macy's?", Rezzy asked. "Eh, I don't see why not." As soon as the two entered the Macy's, they were welcomed by an employee who was stocking up some more winter boots on the shelves. "Okay, mister I-Have-The-List," Rezzy said in sarcasm, "What's the next thing that's on the list?" "Well," Mr. Leon responded, looking at the list, "your mother wanted us to get this perfume for her, called "Cherry Blossoms". Not sure what it smells like, nor do I want to know what it smells like." About two minutes after the two walked into the Macy's, Rezzy heard a familiar voice saying "Thank you, have a nice day and a safe Christmas!" He then turned his head to see a familiar face at the counter. "Oh God," Rezzy said to himself. "It's... Is it really her? I believe I owe her a penny." "Owe who a penny?", Mr. Leon questioned Rezzy. "This one girl that I met on Halloween eve. If it was on Halloween, then it would be too cliche. It's a long story, actually." "Uh huh...," Mr. Leon said in suspicion, looking at Rezzy. Rezzy then began to wonder why she was working at Macy's now. Did she got fired at the Q Store for being rude to Rezzy Leon that one night? Did she just decided to quit because she gave up on life, or did she just quit because she broke a nail? Let's find out... As Rezzy and his father both walked into the perfume section, they stumbled across the bottle of perfume labeled "Cherry Blossoms." "Oh!", Mr. Leon said with excitement, "This is the one your mother wanted!" "Great!", Rezzy replied. "Now let's pay for that and leave to another shop. This Macy's is giving me the chills... I'm not a Macy's fan." "Fine," Mr. Leon relented as he started walking towards the checkout counter. When the two arrived to the counter with the perfume bottle in Mr. Leon's hands, Rezzy started cringing, seeing the cashier. She smiled at the customer in front of them, saying in that, to which Rezzy considers, annoying voice of hers. Right when the customer left the store with his purchased items, Rezzy and his father stood up to the counter to pay for the perfume. "Did you locate everything okay?", the cashier asked, not acknowledging Rezzy at first. As soon as Mr. Leon responded with a "Yup!", the cashier looked into Rezzy's eyes very sternly. "Good to know," she said indirectly to Mr. Leon, still looking at Rezzy. "Um...," Rezzy hesitated. "Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas to you to, Penny Man." "Huh"?, Mr. Leon thought aloud. "He's the Penny Man," the cashier went on to tell Mr. Leon, "because your son over here was a penny short when I was a cashier at the Q Store back over there on 8th Avenue." "That's very interesting," Mr. Leon responded in sarcasm. "Anyways," the cashier said, scanning the perfume bottle, "That'll be $86.80." Mr. Leon the pulled out his wallet to get his debit card from it, then giving it to the cashier. "So, why are you a cashier at this Macy's now?", Rezzy asked. "What ever happened to your job at the Q Store?" She then put the perfume in a bag, giving it to Mr. Leon, along with his debit card, trying to avoid the question. Seconds later, she sighed, and looked back at Rezzy. "I get too much homeless customers that pays me in pennies. Thank you, and Merry Christmas. Get lost."

I'm sorry for leaving readers feel excluded. :P I like the imagery in this piece! Anyways, here's something... "Empty Comfort" I'll give you peace of mind. I'll give you some time. Just imagine if I were in his shoes. I'll be understandable as always. Give me something else to do, please. Something that will drive me away. I want to try to comfort you without only comforting myself. All I can do now is just wish him well. Until then, I'll just give you peaceful silence. Feel the comforting ghosts from your past in your presence. You might really need me when I think you don't. Now I'm wondering if I shouldn't leave you alone. It's getting more fucking confusing than ever before. When I asked what was wrong with you, that wasn't the answer I was looking for. Just what am I doing exactly? I don't even know anymore. I can't think straight anymore. I feel so selfish in times like these. Maybe I should follow him, and so the same. It'll help me stop playing this stupid game. http://allpoetry.com/poem/10186799-Empty_Comfort-by-shredder2

Everything at once.

nothing at all

lawlz

Motivational line ftw. :P

I don't. :P :curious:

Just do what?

*dances Gangnam style carelessly*

Hai. :nod:

(Yes, when you're talking about posts.)

I WON'T LET LAUREL AND TAAMEEN RUIN THIS EPIC DAY BECAUSE OF POST COUNT! xD It's not about the quantity, but the quality (or what I call the "cup of tea"). :D

SO?! :snobby:

You guys are more than welcome! :D :hug:

This thread is here for a reason. :P

Can December 2nd get any better?! 1.) I'm seeing Rush for my third time. (Three time's the charm! :P ) 2.) It's Gotoh's 36th birthday! 3.) THIS IS MY 3,000TH POST AT COLDPLAYING! I dedicate this to Frannanthomeen (and Laurel)! :D I love you guys, you make my days. Now it's time to post up some good stuff... [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRMlJYDBOAM]Re: Re: & ???? / ASIAN KUNG-FU GENERATION (LIVE) - YouTube[/ame] Coldplay is awesome. [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DjQoWfstQUU&feature=plcp]Green Day: "Stay The Night" - [Official Video] - YouTube[/ame] [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJcCzWcgPsY]THE REPLACEMENTS - I Will Dare - YouTube[/ame] [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kj4sWD9NKbw]Rush / Hand Over Fist - YouTube[/ame]

Have a seat, Laurel.

Thanks, Taameen! :hug: I CAN'T WAIT! :dance:

The only thing that keeps my mind off of you is the Rush concert tonight. That's a lot for me. It just goes on to show how much I love you.

I live in this state we call "Texas". Gay marriage isn't allowed, and I doubt that it will ever be allowed because we always end up being a Republican state after every presidential election (4 years). It really pisses me off to know that. My oldest brother is gay and he came out to me about three years ago. Obviously, I still love him, because no matter what, he's family. The only problem I have with that is my dad's family knowing, because they're Christians. I can just imagine one of my uncles being a complete dick to my brother, and a whole argument will spark about it within the family. If you want my pure honesty, I think that religion's among the main reason why this thing we call "homophobia" exists. It's sad, really, and I hate seeing people act all homophobic, too. That pisses me off so much, you can't imagine the hate I feel for them. If only I can understand why homophobes truly exist.

Yeah. Shut up and read. This time, I WILL FINISH THE STORY! Chapter 1: "Ho's, Ho's and Ho's" "I want a bicycle. I want one with a bell on it that goes RING RING, Santa!", the young boy on the mall Santa's lap wished. "Okay," he replies with a cheesy smile. "Make sure you stay on my list of nice kids!" As soon as the boy jumped off, he ran back to his mother, walking off elsewhere in the mall. "NEXT!", Santa yelled abruptly. A little girl was next in line to sit on Santa's lap. As soon as she sat on his lap, the mall Santa the pulled out a sheet of paper, claiming it to be a list. "Here's my list," he says to the girl, looking at the list. "What kind of list is it, Santa?", the little girl asked. "Why it's a list of the kids that'll be receiving a gift for Christmas, of course!", Santa joyfully replied. "What kind of kids?" "Good kids and bad kids." "You mean "naughty" and "nice"?" "You know what I mean, little girl!" "Hey! Don't call me little girl, you old man!" "Oh, you're on Santa's list now, girl!" "Which one?" "The list that has the kids' names on it." "Naughty or nice?" "You're on my fallacious list." "What does "fallacious" mean Santa?" "It means that you'll be receiving a gift this Christmas! What do you want?" "A PONY! A PONY! One that I can ride on!" "Sure thing, little gir... I mean, child." "Thank you, Santa!" The little girl then jumped off of Santa's lap and walked off with her parents elsewhere. Just as they were starting to walk, the mall Santa said "She'll be getting a big bag of coal, of course!", to the other kids who were waiting in line. The little girl seemed to become quite displeased as she started storming back to Santa with her mother, as her father took a seat at a bench next to Rezzy and watched. "Oh my," the father said, "I don't like the looks of this. I won't be surprised if my wife starts to beat up Santa." Rezzy just grinned and nodded to him, as he turned his attention to the father's wife. "NOW LOOK HERE MISTER!", the mother started to blast off to the mall Santa, "HOW DARE YOU TELL MY LOVELY RITA THAT SHE'S GETTING A BAG OF COAL FOR THIS CHRISTMAS. SHE'S BEEN A GOOD GIRL, AIIGHT? AND IF YOU WANTED TO LET HER KNOW, YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD HER IN HER FACE, AIIGHT?" Most people started to crowd around the mother. The line of kids grew concerned, anticipating on what was to come. One kid ran out of the line, crying out of fear. "Ma'am," Santa started to speak, "Please do calm down." "NO, YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN," she responded. "YOU AIN'T EVEN REAL ANYWAYS! YOU'RE JUST A FAKE ASS BITCH!" Everything in that certain area of the mall suddenly grew silent. "SHIT JUST GOT REAL!", Rezzy Leon blurted aloud. "He's... fake?", one kid asked as his eyes started to tear up. "Where's the security dude at?," one employee asked as he walked out of a mall rendition of the Q Store. About a minute later, Rezzy Leon's father walked out of the store as well, walking up towards Rezzy with a bag of goods. "Wow, she must be upset at something," Mr. Leon told Rezzy, handing him the bag. "Yeah... What took you?!", Rezzy snapped. "Sorry son!", Mr. Leon said apologetically. "The person in front of me was paying for everything in pennies." "Oh, I feel your pain bro," Rezzy sighed. "Now, let's just continue shopping and get this crap over with." "But it's for your mother, Rezzy." "Yeah, I know, but I'd like for us to get going before that lady over there loses her mind over that mall Santa." "Hm... You're right," Mr. Leon said as he and Rezzy both started to walk away from the bench.

I can tell we're both getting somewhere, you and I.

Happy b-day! Please do enjoy this! :D