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A Candle
The stain was like ketchup, red and sticky. But it smells like strawberries. Isadore didn't think strawberry jam was such a shade of red, though. Isn't jelly sort of...pink-ish? Before he could continue his analysis of the blotches of food on the table, he felt the table shift a bit as someone sat across from him. Nick, probably. Nobody else would have the balls to sit at my table. Though he's not necessarily brave, just clueless. Without attempting to lift his head, Isadore smeared his cheek along the table's surface and adjusted his position so he could watch the other boy as he ate. Oh gods, he got the pasta. Looks like I'm going to have to get Tums as well as cake. I wonder if the pharmacy's going to be open after I leave the mall. "Why aren't you sitting with Barracuda? I'm sure her friends have breasts too."
Peeling his face away from the lunch table, Isadore licked his hand and vigorously rubbed at the strawberry-scented ketchup stain on his cheek. Gotta wash my hand after this. Finally sitting up and looking at Nick properly, Isadore thought for a moment at the other boy's question. Guys? Is he asking about the track kids from the lunch line? He shrugged. "Well...what do you want to know about the track team? Try-outs haven't started yet, anyways. If you want to waste time running around in a big circle, you've still got about a week before the initial sign up."
Peeling his face away from the lunch table, Isadore licked his hand and vigorously rubbed at the strawberry-scented ketchup stain on his cheek. Gotta wash my hand after this. Finally sitting up and looking at Nick properly, Isadore thought for a moment at the other boy's question. Guys? Is he asking about the track kids from the lunch line? He shrugged. "Well...what do you want to know about the track team? Try-outs haven't started yet, anyways. If you want to waste time running around in a big circle, you've still got about a week before the initial sign up."