Fallen Stars Page #3

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- I have no idea.

Yeah, so, anyway, this

is weird so I am gonna...

- do you want to come in?

- Yeah, sure.

You play?

- A little, yeah.

So, why are you here?

- I just, you know,

needed to get out of

the house, you know.

- Well, I was actually

just on my way out

to get something to eat, so.

- Oh, I'm sorry, yes.

So, sorry, I didn't

mean to bother you

and I hope I didn't

freak you out.

- You can come if you want.

- Really?

- If you want.

- Okay.

So, are we walking?

So, you're a musician?

- What?

- The guitar.

- No, just a hobby.

- Oh, okay.

So what do you do?

- I'm kinda in between

things right now.

- Well, I am envious.

- Of what?

- Not working, I guess.

- Then quit your job.

- Yeah, not really that simple.

- Well, bartending seems like

it's probably pretty fun.

- I don't know.

It's okay, I guess.

I mean, it pays the bills.

Actually, that's bullshit.

No, I hate it.

I really f***ing hate it.

- So, why don't you do

something else then?

- I have no idea.

- Wow, that's

f***ing depressing.

- Isn't your place

back this way?

- Yeah.

- So, where are we going?

- I don't know.

What, I like to walk.

I could have saved him.

- Sorry, what?

- Nothing.

- Hey, are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Can I ask you a favor?

- What?

- Tell me something about you.

- No, that's stupid.

- Come on.

Anything.

Where you were born?

Your first car, anything.

- No.

Why?

- Because I wanna know

something about you.

Even if it's completely

insignificant.

Come on.

Anything.

It doesn't have to be important.

- I'm an ass.

- Yeah, me too.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

How did you get here?

- I walked.

What?

I told you I like to walk.

- Okay.

Where are you walking to?

- Just around.

- Well, do you

want some company?

- I guess.

I'm not having sex with you.

- Excuse me?

- You heard me.

- Okay.

- I'm serious, I'm not

interested in that.

Like

at all.

- Alright, yeah.

I get it, okay?

So, who's the guy

from the other night?

- What guy?

- The guy from the bar.

- Oh.

Nobody.

Just somebody I

went to school with.

- Alright.

So, where did you go to school?

What?

Did you go to

Harvard or something?

Seriously, Harvard?

- Yale.

What?

It's just a school.

- I mean, no, not really.

- Whatever.

- Why are you being

so weird about it?

- I'm not.

It's just not a big deal.

- Yeah, it actually kind of is.

I mean, it's a really good

school, you should be proud.

- Why?

I f***ing hate those people.

- Wow.

- You're such an a**hole.

- Maybe.

But I'm not an Ivy

league a**hole.

- So, how old are you anyway?

- Where is that coming from?

How old are you?

- I asked first.

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