Again, Atheist right here. My only God is the metric system.
~Eko.
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"They're preforming tomorrow," Wendy says after she gets away from holding onto a crying Bebe.

"I'm an useless Pan, Wendy!"

I struggle not to laugh.

"Bebe, fucks sake! Just sing your queer heart out!"

"Noooooo! I don't know if I can.... I'm not pretty enough to be an angel!"

Kenny walks over, grabs her shoulder and smiles.

"C'mon, your elderly Pan will encourage you."

"What?"

"C'mon, soul sister, we're going with family and you're coming with, just to walk around.... don't worry, Thea and Tri are there too.... and Shelly but that doesn't matter."

Bebe sighs.

"I'm not your relati—."

"Shut up, we're pan pals and that goes beyond that shit. C'mon, we have to go. You know your role, you're just stressing. Come have fun with us."

Bebe nods and the two walk away. Wendy mutters a 'thank you' to Kenny.

"Dude.... I got you."

She smiles and waves.

"No no, it's off! It's off! Fuck, goddamnit, I can't take this."

"Jew's pissy," I mutter.

"My best friend is stressed... thank you, that's the preferred sentence."

"Fucking calm your tits, Kyle!" Nichole screams.

"No! I'm fucking done! I can't do this!"

"You can!"

"I'm getting enough for getting the role in the first place....."

"Kyle, shut up and act your fucking heart out."

"I can't do it!"

"You haven't had problems before now!"

"Now is a valid time to have problems!"

"Dude...... c'mon, shut up and act."

"Fuck it!"

They go back to dialogue.

"Is everyone having a mental breakdown in that class?" I ask.

"It's a hard thing to do. To be honest, Kyle's panic is very valid. People tend to not like admitting Jesus was Jewish and having a Jew play the role might just lead to redneck outrage," Wendy says.

I sigh,

"Goddamn this world is stupid sometime."

"Tell me about it. Article 13 got passed, everyone's racist to someone, people get shot, someone who said they raped someone didn't go to jail, Brexit's real, fucking population of Finland is depressed... FINLAND, those fuckers are doing well compared to us but they're depressed as shit. Freedom of Speech doesn't fucking matter, Oh I could list 700 things wrong off the top of my head... Really, world's crazy."

"Let's not talk about politics, it'll turn into an argument, I'm sure of it."

She sighs.

"I guess so."

"But I agree... there is just the fact we're not going to agree of the way those things should be fixed."

"Fine, I understand."

I sigh and just keep my eyes off her.

"How's your mom?" She asks.

"She... um...."

"Don't tell me."

"No, not that."

"Oh okay, thank God. Really. How is she?"

"Worse than ever."

"Oh shit... they really aren't curing it... are they?"

"No, mom's in such a late stage I doubt they even could."

"Why didn't you two go earlier?"

"Mom didn't think it was a big deal until she basically started having such big problems she could barely walk straight. They gave her pills and get her in the hospital for a while. For now, she's still... if not barely... able to live at home."

"If she dies before you're eighteen—?"

I immediately know what she's going to ask.

"Don't know, nobody probably. We can just kind of hope the house doesn't have so much of the loan left."

"Oh yeah... you own it."

"Yup. Our family has owned the house since forever but it was that kind of loan that I will be paying it for a while."

She nods.

"Hey.... Eric."

The fuck?

"I-I."

"Oh... if you won't want me to call you that, it's fine."

"I mean, sure, call me it if that's what you want to."

Wendy laughs.

"Why are we still talking?"

"What do you mean?"

"As far as I know, we don't have an immediate thing to do in costumes.... why are we still talking?"

"So we need a reason?"

"Not really, I just wanted to know if there is one."

"I don't know. It has become a kind of thing i don't think about...."

"No, we don't have to stop talking. It's a lot of fun and I think that's cool."

"What does it mean then?"

"I meant......... huh. I meant that I don't really give a shit I guess.... if I did, I would say so. But I guess I wanted to know if there was a reason."

"Not really. It's kind of looking left and right and one more left before crossing the road is to kids, it just comes naturally."

She smiles.

"Nice to know that is does."

There is a few steps.

"Hey, Wendy!" Kyle says.

Oh goddamnit, Jews have no sense of time and place I guess.

"Just wanted to ask if you're taking anybody on the 20th," Kyle says.

"Not right now, no."

"Most people do, your options are running short."

I don't know if I'm dreaming but I think he winked at me.... is he telling me to ask her? Why? He most definitely wouldn't like me in his friendship group!

"I mean Nichole and I are going, we can have you tag along but it might just be awkward."

"Ah don't worry about it, I'll go with someone."

Kyle whispers something to her.

"Shut up," she mutters.

"I won't. Oi! Stan!"

"What?" Stan asks.

"The Gay has arrived," I mutter.

"Oh I didn't come in.... it wasn't gay enough to be my entrance. So Kyle... what is it?"

"You going with Gary to that thing on the 20th?"

"Yup. I mean, Wendy can tag along if she wants to."

"Or she could go with him," Gary says.

He points to me.

"Gary's right, she could," Nichole says.

Wendy turns to me.

"Could I?"

I mean... I don't know why she'd want to but—

"Why the fuck not?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Yeah, it is, we're going in 7 days."

"Thanks, Eric."

Suddenly Kyle looks interested and puts an arm around Wendy.

"Eric, eh? Is our little girl not telling us something?"

Wendy slaps him.

"Dude.... I didn't do anything."

"Oh shit I didn't think I was hitting so hard, so sorry."