Jocks Vs. the Arts (OPEN!)

"I have no clue." He said distractedly, watching Lee and Marco leave. "Wonder where they're going?"

Lowe shrugged, "Probably off to a restaurant again, they do this quite a bit."

"Rich kids…" Dexter rolled his eyes again.

Lee got in and started the car. "So how's your Pop?" She asked as she pulled out of the parking lot.

"Same old geezer. You know him," Marco laughed. "What about you? Anything new?"

"Tell me about it," Lowe said and ate a scoop of the peas from his lunch.

"My sis got accepted into Yale." She said, grinning. "We've hoping for that for a long time. Ma and I are taking her out shopping for school clothes later."

"They're so oblivious that they're rich too!" He exclaimed. "The other day I was strolling down the hall minding my own business, and these two guys passed me, and they were talking about getting a hotel room to get away from their family for awhile!" He took a drink from his water bottle. "Just as if it was the most natural thing."

"Congrats! Why'd she get accepted again?" Marco looked out the window.

"Really?!" Lowe asked in disbelief, "That's crazy!" he ate more of his peas.

"I know!" Dexter angrily ate a spoonful of mac and cheese. "I don't even get my own room!"

"Congrats! Why'd she get accepted again?" Marco looked out the window.

"She scored real good in writing. Means I finally get the bedroom to myself." She said as they pulled into the Dairy Queen parking lot.

"Right," Marco exited the car and closed the door. "We're not fast food, we're fan food," he recited. "I'm getting ice cream, you?"

"I don't even get to either, and I'm a single child!" Lowe exclaimed, "I have to share it with our dog!" he angrily shoved some mashed potatoes into his mouth.

"I don't even get to either, and I'm a single child!" Lowe exclaimed, "I have to share it with our dog!" he angrily shoved some mashed potatoes into his mouth.

(I love this conversation/…)

"I'm getting chicken and fries. Ain't no way I'm having just ice cream before practice." She opened the door.

Marco shrugged, "I'm good. Coach loves me… He'd be fine if I skipped."

"Tsk tsk. That's not very responsible Blitzy." She said as they slid into a booth. "What time do we have to get back?"

Marco smiled. "Noon. Maybe twelve-oh-five? I just know that we don't have that much time."

"Shoot. We should have gone through drive through." She said, smacking her forehead. "We're idiots."

"You were the driver… Don't call me the idiot," Marco said playfully, but with a tad bit of a threat was in his tone.
(I didn't know how to phrase that. sorry)

(I know what you mean though.)
"Right, but you still could of said something." She said. A waiter came with their food. "Thanks." She said. She picked up the ketchup and drizzled it over her fries.

"Ketchup is disgusting! How do you eat that?!" Marco commented, mouth filled with vanilla ice cream.

"It's just tomatoes Marco. I could say the same thing about chocolate." She said.

"Maybe that's why I don't eat vegetables… Tomatoes and pickles shouldn't exist," Marco shrugged, "just my opinion."

"I don't know how you manage football when you don't eat healthy Marco." She said, dipping her chicken into some mustard. "Got any plans for the weekend?"

(GTG)

(K. SEE YA LATER)

(Hey I'm back)
"At least you HAVE a dog!" Dexter said. "The only pet I have ever had was a turtle and he died in three months."

(RIP turtle)

(Here for a short amount of time…)
"Just throwing a party at my humble abode. You're a V.I.P. So are you coming?" Marco stood and threw out his trash.