——————- Mary side-eyes the young boy the entire Barbecue. He stood in the corner of the yard, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets bitterly. Something Robert had told her awhile back had stuck to the back of her mind, and curiosity had set into her for days. She cuts through the small crowd of pun sharing dads and children playing pretend to stand in front of him, hands on her hips and she analyzed him.
“Did you try to fight that man over there outside of a Movie Theater?” She asks, pointing at Robert across the yard who was talking happily with Damien.
He turns and slowly looks at her with a complete lack on INTEREST. A cigarette hung from between chapped lips, which he quickly took between his middle and index finger and blowing out the smoke. From the looks of it, this woman probably wouldn’t CARE about that. Blinking slowly, he turns his head to whom Mary, watching Robert chit-chat along with Lucien’s dad on the other side of the yard.
Ernest remembered that night. Fuck him and his stupid boxing rules and interrupting the movie he SO BADLY wanted to watch. ❝Yeah,❞ finally, this kid says something. ❝He was being a bitch.❞