id (Part 2)
“I once said something about life going two ways.” Alesha was leaning with her back against the new fridge with an empty glass in her hand. “And there's all these other two ways that lead up to the ultimate two ways, but what does it matter?! I doubt love, success or riches are really that much comfort on your death bed. We think we're in control but we all share the same fate, and that's death. Lousy, stinking death.” She opened up the door and dragged out a pint of ice cream. “You know, just in case there are any wizards or elephants hanging around here, you're welcome to join me. Sure beats being alone...” She began shoveling the frozen treat into her mouth, “I haven't got enough to feed an elephant though...”
Alesha looked up to the large white blank wall that dominated her kitchen. “What if it could be so much more...” she whispered as her pupils grew, before looking down at the tub of ice-cream. “Yeeeeah... I think that's enough for one night.” The young girl flew up, grabbed her jacket and reached for the door. “Oh, shit, balls, that's right... every time I go outside it never seems to end well.” She turned back to her disastrously humble home, “Then again, whatever might be out there sure beats this!”
Her flat trainer shoes bounced off the hard pavement that bathed in the pale moonlight, she was not a girly girl, just... a girl. There weren't all too many passers-by, it was cold and she had decided upon herself that the rest of the human-race were lazy as the roads beside her were littered with vehicles.
“Ugh, fuck this!” She exclaimed as she headed down an alley way, “I'd rather get raped than put up with all that noise!”
She passed by a homeless man and threw him whatever coins she possessed, she'd only waste them all on juice any way, plus she thought it to be of best interests to stay on people's good sides at night.
“Hey thanks lady, you wanna squirrel?”
Alesha turned on her heel and gave the stranger a quizzical look, “You know what, I kind of do want a squirrel.”
“Well errrm, this little guy's called Ronnie!”
“That's a ridiculous name for a squirrel.” She directly responded before noticing that the entire process of naming squirrels was ridiculous. “But... ummm... sure, I'll take it!”
“Okay, make sure you keep him warm at night and don't feed him too much either!”
Alesha curtiously nodded at the odd man's requests and held the furry pest up to her eye level, “What is it, a Gremlin?” She joked before sensing it was time to exit the alley.
With the squirrel on her shoulder and, despite looking like Dr. Doolittle's secretary, she marched on in to the night. Her moonlit madwoman walk was soon disrupted though, by the honking of a horn on the road beside her.
“Hey...” a voice came from inside the black cab, “You're the weirdo from yesterday, right?”
“Who are you calling weirdo?!” Alesha clenched her fists before recognising the driver from the night before. “Oh... ummm.... sorry, hey...”
“The fuck is that on your shoulder?”
“Oh it's a-... you know what, I have no idea, shoo shoo!” Alesha ushered the vermin away from her before leaning in to the open window of the taxi. “So... what do you want?”
“I wa- I think! You should get in, it looks like I'm paying for a prostitute at the moment!”
Alesha realised what it might look like and buttoned up her coat in modesty, “Yeah... can you take me home? I really shouldn't be let outside.”
“You're a menace to society!” The driver joked as he opened up the passenger door.
Alesha turned to the driver and raised an eyebrow, “I have no idea what your name is.”
“What?” The driver kept his eyes fixed on the road.
“I have no idea what your name is! You've done so much for me and... what's your name?”
“It's no problem, sounds like you're in a rough patch,” he made a calming gesture with his hand. “The name's Sam. Sam Vettel.”
“Wow! Like the-”
“Yep. Like the racing driver...” Sam sighed.
“Wow!” Alesha repeated, “Do you race?”
“No I drive around loonatics at night.”
Alesha winced before reverting back to the silence that seemed to please Sam the most.
“So...” Alesha stood on her doortstep, “Wanna come in for some ice-cream?”
Sam was still stood on the pavement and did not look all too willing to come any closer, “Ice-cream?”
“Yeah, I don't own anything else. I got a fridge though!”
“I...” Sam shrugged innocently, “Why not?!”
Alesha watched as her guest took small, awkward mouthfulls.
“Hey Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“Is it normal for a house to make noises?”
“Well yeah, all houses make noises...” Sam put the ice-cream down and leaned forward.
“Right, and is it normal for some of those noises to be... words?”
“Words?”
“I had a conversation with my house this morning.”
Sam shuffled back, “You know, I've let a lot of creepy stuff you've done slide but...”
Alesha turned read and looked to the floor, “It's just I looked in every room to see what did it, but there was nothing.... not any wizards or elephants either...”
“Wizards?”
“What I'm saying is,” Alesha forced an edgy laugh, “What's up with that?”
Sam tapped his knees for a few seconds before shrugging yet again, “I think it means you need to get some sleep. I'll go get a blanket from the back of the cab.”
Alesha smiled, not totally satisfied with his response but couldn't argue with the fact that she desperately needed some shut-eye.
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Crazy
And funny