So, what happens when one finally gets to escape to an evening at Writers’ Cafe when sleep would have been logical?
A word war that involves the challenge of including the words “pizza” and “soar.”
Tennyson hummed as he stuffed things into his backpack, including the script needed for the read through in the park. He loved ‘Wordy Wednesdays.’ The hours alternated between one-act plays- right now J.M. Barrie, and various poems from Wordsworth, Longfellow and the Bard.
He didn’t mind the times when someone brought in a piece from one of the foreign language classes. Granted, his ability to speak without stumbling in some of them irritated him. Kai was fluent in tongues he never believed he would ever master. Then again, he was great with gibberish.
Tennyson continued getting dressed, trying to straighten his tie in the mirror as he sang. “If the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s a-,”
“Migraine,” Kai hollered out from down the hall, their code word for ‘shut-up’ or ‘warning.’ If their parents were home, one of them would have reprimanded the teens for yelling, but they left to go east of mountains for the day hour ago. She stood in his doorway in no time, hair pulled back in a ponytail, backpack on her shoulder already. “Honestly, when Mrs. O. said let your voice soar, I don’t think that’s what she meant. Oh, no. A tie? Tenny, Tenny, Tenny…don’t tell me you fell in love again? Which witch should I be ready to-?”
He sighed. “I’m not aiming to be a Casanova or the heartbreak kid, Kai.” He turned to her for a quick inspection.
“You’re just trying to make up your mind on who to ask to the dance?” She shook her head, indicating the tie was wrong. “Keep it up, Mom and Dad will have gray hair before we start junior year.”
“Who says they don’t already? Cover for me?” He held up the two remaining choices, not surprised when Kai indicated the blue.
She set her bag down and readied the tie so he could just slip it over his head. “From the folks? Only if you work double-shift at the shop on Saturday for me.”