Remind Me Again

001

001 (Ivan's POV)

"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."

~Romeo and Juliet; Shakespeare

June 12, 2011

"My stomach's hungry." Dan says as we both sat on the side walk waiting for another gullible soul to be victimized by our mischief.

"Two more minutes." I glanced irritably at him. "If John's still not here then he's gonna buy us some snacks."

Dan's aggravated scowl then turns into a bright smile. I look up to see John running our way. We both stood up as he got to us.

"Got her number." John says as he shows us his victim's number on his phone.

Dan and I looked across the street to see John's latest victim wave goodbye at him and signals for him to call her later.

"Oooh. Touché." Dan elbows him.

"I know right." John says with a triumphant smile. Then they both turned to me.

Crap.

"Your turn baby boy!" Dan says, a devilish smile crosses his smug face.

"You don't have to remind me." I shove pass him. "And don't call me baby boy."

Dan Green and John Brown. Two of my naughtiest assailants, I mean two of my notorious best friends who resides under my command. Nevertheless they are most notable for their surnames. The two might have been switched at birth for having misplaced names on two famous writers in the world. If you're not dumb enough to know, just switch their surnames and you'll find out which authors.

Oh well, right now we are in the league of our game. It's actually one of our just for fun games aka if-you-don't-get-a-number-then-buy-us-some-snacks game. It's a traditional game that started eons ago where you will have to snatch a girl's number in the spun of five minutes. Failure to meet the expected time limit without the girl's number will result to automatic game over. And as punishment, the loser's credit card will be use to buy the unlimited snacks of the day. The rule of the game is not to expose the content to the girl. Since it was a smashing huge success, the three bastards (our trio's name), decided to make it a ritual habit every Friday afternoons.

Dan's done. John's done. Now it's my turn.

"Whoa look at that chick!" John says as he lets out a sweet call across the street to a girl in a mini skirt. She turns and gives us a flirtatious look.

Dan pokes at him. "Ivan can't have all the good looking chicks! That would be unfair! Last time I had Shrek's fraternal twin sister!"

I laughed at his face. "Snooze you lose! If you give me the uglier ones it'll be easier to snatch their number." I made a handsome remark with my hand at him. "Look at this face. It's a face carved in heaven."

Dan made a disgusted face. "Darn you sound so gay, man!"

"Then how 'bout that one." John nods at a girl across the street wearing a pair of leather boots, a scarf and a bonnet. She enters a 24/7 store.

Dan breaks out laughing. "Who wears winter clothes on a hot summer day?" he elbows me. "Behold your devouring prey, lion king."

I scoffed in disbelief. I cannot believe that they wanted me to get that girl's number. She looks pretty insane to me. Pretty but insane.

"Dan, that's not a girl! That's a nun!" I said menacingly.

"A nun!" Dan shouts like he's praising. "Which means she's perfect, Ivan!"