In the Watering Hole

         The sun has stopped shining, but the air still feels oddly warm, heavy and damped. I push open the doors and immediately the eyes are on me, the hands hiding wide, smirky grins. I hear someone murmur, & my head whips around. "Shut up, Slavic Nomads", I hiss. I can only imagine what they're thingking, what they're saying.

         It feel wierd to see someone coming at you(not actually). I don't want to look, but I can't stop my self. I turn and see him surrounded by a clot of guys. His hands are doing a come-here-Philip sign. I ignore it & I say, "Let's go home Dylan. It's already 6:30 PM."

         Dylan snorts and says,"Okay.Okay.Okay.Whatever!" And he asked,"Do you have a mountain of homework Dude?" 
         "Oh, my!", I say, with mock horror. I sigh & I soften my expression.

  
          We go home immediately. I drink some whatever-beverage in refrigerator. I go straight to their house because I want to stay in their balcony. It's windy & I'm very comfortable when I'm there. Now, we have to enter the balcony. He brings a pitcher of red tea & I bring the glasses & biscuits. There are no stars. There are no moons.


           He doesn't stare and look at me. Suddenly he is shocked by something but I don't know that something.


          "What happened? Is someone playing a joke on you? Did someone dressed up like you?" I ask him consecutively.
           "Yes! A joke! It's a big joke!" He laughed enormously & he jerks his head.

       

           "You're crazy and jerk! I thought it's already true." I respond quickly. I almost laugh, but my marble mouth just isn't mobile. I though, to be or not to be- that is the question. And after you answer this question, you'll die.