Ceramic Dreams
In a coffee house where the local garage band plays on Wednesday nights-
-Leah blurts out that she’s changed her major. Again. Her best friend Lolo, the one she’s counted on for insignificant support, the kind Leah likes, stroked her and told Leah she was happy for her. But Lolo’s friend Kyle was another story.
Kyle was born an advocate and an asshole. Most assholes are comfortable to be around simply because they’re predictable. However, they’re viewed as assholes 100% of the time, but it’s usually their shirts that strip off their backs more quickly than others.
“Get it together Leah, make up your mind. Focus. Listen to your needs, not your wants. What you want right now is to attend University in Germany. If you want to do that join the military.” Sarcasm or truth?
“Kyle, why are you always taking the wind out of my sails” Leah huffed.
“I’m not, you are. I’m just trying to fill them up with my fresh breath.” After a five minute stare-off, Kyle grabbed his sticks and headed for the stage.