Chapter 4 - interlude part one

February 24 - Fry's POV

Eliza: "Wow, look how beautiful the beach looks today!"

Taylor: "Yea?"

Eliza: "The skies clear blue, and so is the water! The sun is out; it's a perfect weather for a tan; the garden nearby looks lush! What a beautiful day today is!"

Me: "Goddamn, it's only February yet the weather here is perfect!"

Eliza: "We just have to go out today," she pleaded. "The four of us!"

Taylor: "That is if we can get that mystery character out of Kayden's sight.." he murmured..

Me: "Oh, you noticed too?"

Eliza: "Noticed what?"

Taylor: "Kayden's new friend. I haven't spoken to Kayden once this month without also running into this character. Once I try to raise a question of who the fuck he is, the two run off. Probably to the jacuzzie; that's where they mainly fuck around. It's fuckin' strange!"

Eliza: "L-Language...! But....you're right. That is strange..."

Me: "I'm sure it's nothing really. Kayden was never the type of guy to be attarcted to a small group of people. He probably grew bored of us and explored the island in search for some new friends."

Taylor: "I dunno, dude. The two do some strange things."

Me: "Like what?"

Taylor: "What the fuck do you mean, 'What'? Everytime I see them, this dude just feeds Kayden as he sits on his ass all day long. I swear, dude. That shit has done nothing but eat day and night. It's fucking strange!"

Me:"W-Well-"

Eliza: "F-Fry, is that really true?".

Me: "Well yea. You know Kayden. He always liked eating!"

Taylor" "But not to this extent!"

Me: "What would you like me to do about it!"

Taylor: "Excuse me?"


Me: "What the fuck do you want me to do! I'm not his goddamn mother to order him around. If he wants to sit on his fucking as all day with some ***ing stranger, then let him."

Taylor: "He's your best friend-"

Me: "And I won't ruin the friendship we have by telling him to lay off a few burgers every now and then." I picked up my room keys from the counter. "Good fuckin' day to the both of ya." I left extravagently, slamming the door on my way out.

Eliza: "Does that mean we're not going to the beach?"