The class of students is scattered through the dinosaur section of the museum.
"A t-rex could literally eat me as if I was nothing more than a sour patch kid candy." I say while staring up at the bones hung together to replicate the creature's figure.
"Why a sour patch candy specifically?" Owen walks up to me, I stare up at the display of dinosaur bones, counting the ribs.
"Because why not? They taste good. I like sucking the sour sugary part off." I shrug and turn to him, a sly smile on his face as he looks down at me with his head turned to the side.
"I hate t-rex's and their stupid un-proportional arms. And why are they one of the most well known dinosaurs, nothin' special looking to me." He looks up at the figure with annoyance.
"Damn, I didn't know that you have beef with t-rex's. Also what the fuck do you mean 'nothing special to me'? It's a dinosaur, of course it's special." This guy makes no sense sometimes.
"Just my opinion, lady." He darts his eyes to meet mine. I crack a laugh.
My eyes move to where Levina is standing. She is staring at a glass case that contains a large dinosaur skull.
I saunter over to her, sneaking up behind her and bumping her shoulder with mine.
"Imagine recieving head from a dinosaur?" She tilts her head to the side, not breaking her gaze from the skull.
I furrow my eyebrows at the question and spin my head to face her. "What the fuck made you think of that?" I feel as though this girl is always thinking about sex.
Well, I mean who isn't? But still.
"I was just thinking about their abnormally large tongues which led to that thought. Aren't their tongues rough though? So it would probably hurt anyone receiving the head from them." She crosses her arms over her chest, lost in thought.
"Can we stop talking about dinosaurs preforming oral sex?" I hold my hands behind my back and rock back and forth on my heels. The topic is making me uncomfortable. I'm pretty sure dinosaurs didn't perform those type of acts over sixty million years ago...
"Good idea." She spins around and starts walking over to the other glass cases with even more bones in them.
The entire group of students is currently exploring the dinosaur exhibit, since the beer belly teacher said that we have to stay together.
"Owen." I sneak up behind him and tap his shoulder.
"Luna." He is currently admiring the bones of a smaller dinosaur, its head the shape almost of a triangle. I'm not sure of it's name.
It looks like one of those small carnivores that would rip your head off if you are within five feet of them.
"Whats your favorite animal?" Random question, but I'm curious.
"Cats." Of-fucking-course. "Yours?" He questions me.
"Frogs! And penguins...and giraffes...and elephants...and-" I count on my fingers all the animals I love.
"Okay. I get it. You love the whole fucking jungle." He cuts me off.
"Penguins and giraffes don't live in the jungle. Estupido." I mutter the last bit.
"What'd you say?" A glimmer of mischief shinning in his grey eyes.
"Estupido. I called you a fucking idiot." I give him a fake smile and an awkward thumbs up. Well, technically I called him stupid, but I use the words interchangeably.
He rolls his eyes and rests his tongue to the side of his cheek like how he usually does when trying to block his smile.
The gymnast living in my stomach does a cartwheel from the sight.
Maybe later I'll be able to shit the gymnast out, so my stomach will stop doing that.
That sounds gross.
I push the thoughts of shitting out gymnasts aside and look towards the teacher signaling with us with his clipboard to follow him.
"C'mon my little French boy!" I latch my finger tips onto his hoodie sleeve and drag him along.
The teacher talks to the worker as they walk, the students following behind them.
"Where do you think we're going now?" I hug my arm around Owen's, forcing him to stay close to me.
"I don't fucking know. And also why are you clinging to me as if you're a damn koala?" He side glances me as we walk.
My face drops along with my arm.
"Fine. I'll leave you alone for a while and go hang up front with Levina. Chao!" I pat his cheek and then clutch my bag as I walk up to Levina.
I have to refrain myself from skipping. Even though I really want to.
Levina is staying close to the teacher, obviously eavesdropping on what him and the museum worker are discussing.
"Hey! Where are we headed?" I use the back of my hand to gently push away a few of her braids that are on her shoulder as we walk.
"We are heading to the African animals exhibit." She smiles at me and claps her hands together.
"Oh my God- We're gonna see giraffes...I love giraffes!" It obviously won't be a real one, but good enough for me.
Suddenly a hand tugs at the sleeve of my sweater and I look to my side to see Owen walking next to me.
"Oh, hi!" I chirp.
"What the fuck, you just left me back there." He furrows his brows at me.
"Oh...well I thought you wanted to be left alone. Plus if I want to go walk with Levina I can. You clingy bastard." I reach up and pinch the tip of his nose, because why not. He has a cute nose.
"I didn't ask to be left alone. I just wanted to know why you hung onto my arm like a sloth holding onto a damn tree." His tone is questioning as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.
"Oh, whoops!" Boo-hoo. Oh well.
He playfully scowls at me.
"Okay everyone c'mon get inside let's go!" The teacher waves the clipboard and stands at the entrance of the room, waiting for all of the students to collect inside. I've only been around this teacher for a few hours and I've learned that he is extremely impatient.
"C'mon uglies." I use both my hands to grab onto Levina and Owen's arms so I can drag them with me inside.
It's a large room with a herd of animal statues in the middle. The walls have sections covered by glass that showcase different environments and statues of the different species that live in those environments. Little boards of information about the animals are attached to the glass.
Letting go of their hands I speed walk to the room that showcases the meerkats. I place my hands on the glass and lean my face super close to it as if I'm a child at the zoo.
A large hand places itself on my shoulder and gently tugs me away.
Turning around I see Owen.
"What do you want, rat?" I place my hands on my hips.
"Why must you practically glue yourself to the glass? Looking at it from afar is so much better. Plus don't touch anything, it's probably full of germs. I saw a little kid earlier picking his boogers and then touching the display cases back in the dinosaur room." He shudders, grossed out from the thought.
"Ew." My face contorts from disgust.
Reaching into my bag I take out a hand santier and squirt some into the palm of my hand.
"Okay, well anyways let's go find Levina." Grabbing onto his wrist I walk ahead.
Levina is standing by the teacher and the worker who is tagging along with the teacher.
The employee of the museum is a lanky blonde guy with thick rimmed glasses and terrible posture.
A small group of the students on the trip are gathered around him and the teacher in front of one of the glass exhibits. The rest of the students wander around and read the information pannels about certain animals.
The beer belly teacher - which I still don't know the name of - is standing there, clutching onto his clipboard and intently listening to bad posture guy go on and on about whatever he is discussing.
I drag Owen and I over to them and stand next to Levina.
"Omg, he just said that Meerkats don't drink water? What the fuck?" She looks confused.
"Oh." I tilt my head to the side.
The blonde worker man doesn't stop talking, making hand gestures as he speaks.
The next topic he starts talking about is reproduction amongst certain species.
"Actually I know it's surprising, but a mice's sperm is actually bigger then an elephants sperm. Mice produce big sperm because the females have many partners to create more offspring." His voice is kind of high. I tune him out because he begins to go in depth with the science of it and I get confused very easily.
Oh my god. I just remembered something that I learned from an Animal Planet show that I watched a few years ago.
"Aren't there a species of mice in Australia that have intercourse so much to the point that they die?" I say to the worker, interrupting his long educational speech.
Owen let's out a snort as he turns his head slightly to the side so that no one can see him laugh, he runs a hand over his face.
I lightly elbow him in the ribs.
Levina pretends to itch her nose, an excuse to hide her amused smile.
I pinch my eyebrows together, waiting for a response.
Everyone is dead silent. All their heads turned to me, some looking as though they're trying not to laugh.
He looks at, very irritated for being interrupted.
It's awkwardly silent for a few more seconds. I squirm in my spot with all the eyes on me.
I regret bringing that up now.
"Yes. The Antechinus." He says with attitude in his tone.
Oh hell no. "Listen buddy, I was asking a damn question. No need for the unecessary attitude. Do your damn job-" I'm cut off by Owen who places his arm over my shoulder and urges me to turn around and walk away.
The beer belly teacher holding the clipboard lets out a cough/laugh, trying to act professional.
I hesitantly walk with him, but not before turning my head around and narrowing my eyes at the employee.
"That hunchback blonde bitch was being so rude for no reason! You saw that right? All I did was ask a damn question and he had to give me attitude and look at me as if I was fucking stupid." My face is getting heated from anger.
"Luna, yes he was rude but you also did interrupt him to ask about an animal that fucks so much to the point of death." He shakes his head, trying to shake his smile.
"Because I was curious! Duh." I throw my arms in the air.
"Just, please don't piss off anymore employees and possibly get us kicked out." He is now walking with his arms at his side, not making contact with me.
"Fine." I grumble.
"C'mon, let's head back so you can learn about Ostriches and shit." I smile at the thought of those big scary birds.
Placing his hand on my back, he leads us back to the African animal exhibit room.
~
It's been four hours, and we have seen a lot of the museum. The rude employee stuck by for the most part of it. Except then towards the end he got a call on his little radio letting him know that they needed him in the Asian animal section of the place.
Good. I'm glad his rude ass left.
Maldito estupido.
"I have twenty bucks with me. What should I get?" We are allowed twenty minutes in the gift shop to buy whatever we'd like.
I scan the tables filled with miscellaneous items.
Levina scans the jewelry. Necklaces with little charms of various animals such as turtles, jellyfish, sharks, etc.
Owen just stands off to the side while on his phone, not interested in buying anything.
"You love frogs right? Get a frog necklace." Levina holds up a silver necklace with a small frog charm on it.
"Oh my God! It's so cute." I grab it from her and run my finger over the small charm. It's a frog that's smiling and it's painted green. It's cheeks a blush rose color.
The price tag says five bucks. I'll get it. Hopefully it doesn't turn my neck green.
Looking back at the wall of items, my eye catches a small dinosaur figure.
I grab it off the shelf. It's a small t-rex that is standing in the air with its little arms held close to its body.
Owen said he hates t-rex's and their pathetic arms.
I smile. I think I just found what I'll be gifting him for his birthday.
He hates it. Perfect.
I go up to the register and pay for the items, dropping them in my bag afterwards.
~
"Okay class c'mon. Head back to the bus. Go. Go." Mr. Jerry stands at the enterance, waiting for all of us to get out.
I finally learned his name. Levina told me it since I got tired of calling him clipboard/beer belly man.
The buses are finally back to take us home. Once everyone is outside and standing in front of the two buses he looks at the watch on his wrist.
"Okay...so, we have about another thirty minutes until we leave to head back to school. I'll let you guys explore a little and walk around the park. This usually isn't allowed but I don't really care." He yawns and takes out his phone.
"What if we die or get kidnapped?" A kid named John says concerned. I recognize him, he's in my science class.
"Meh." Mr. Jerry shrugs nonchalantly, not removing his eyes from his phone screen.
I snort.
Everyone starts to head to the park that's a block away.
"C'mon." I beckon Levina and Owen to follow me as I begin walking.
Levina quickly walks over to me and Owen takes his sweet old time.
After a few seconds I begin growing impacient. I speed walk to him and grab onto his forearm, forcing him to walk faster.
"Luna you're hurting my arm." He whines.
I immediately loosen my grip.
"Oh I'm sorry." Frowning, I grab his forearm and rub it a little before patting it. That probably didn't help, but it was worth a shot.
I look up to his face, he is grinning.
"Why are you smiling?" We begin walking again.
"No reason." He shakes his head but the small grin doesn't fade.
His smile could light up a room. That is, if he smiled more. I wish he did.
As we walk on the sidewalk, weaving through people and avoiding dog shit, we pass a mother hauling her two crying kids along beside her.
One of them has snot running down their nose and the other is sobbing, crying about her mom not buying her the doll she wanted.
"But- ma-ma I wanted the t-toy!" She chokes on her own sobs after every word. Her face bright as a red rose. The mother rolls her eyes and continues dragging the kids along with her and down into the train station.
Levina walks in front of us, and I don't have to see her face to tell that she is trying her best not to laugh. She hates kids.
"Do you ever want kids with your future wife when you're older?" I turn to Owen, one of my hands gripped to my bag handle and the other swaying at my side.
He looks unfazed by the question, thinking a little before answering. "I want to have at least one child in the future."
"Do you like babies? Are you good with them?" I kind of sound like I'm interrogating him.
Except he seems to have gotten used to my constant questioning. "Yeah, I like babies, they're a lot of work to take care of but they're cute. And to answer your second question, I'd say I'm pretty good with kids. I used to babysit with my br-" he pauses his sentence for a second but quickly continues on, "I mean, I used to babysit when I was younger and the kids seemed to like me. They'd always ask their parents when I was coming over to hang out with them again."
"Awe, I feel like you'd look so cute holding a little baby." I pinch his cheek, of course. It's become a habit of mine.
He swats my hand away. "Why are you always pinching my face?"
"Because your face is very pinchable! And your skin is really soft." I use the back of my hand to gently rub his cheek. He swats my hand away again. "What's your skin care routine?"
"Um- soap, water, and moisturizer because I have dry skin, and sunscreen." He looks bored.
"I'm glad you use sunscreen. That way you won't look like you're fifty by the time you're thirty." I give him a thumbs up and a proud smile. He chuckles lightly at me.
Levina leads us to the park. The other classmates that came on the trip take seats on the nearby benches. Some chat amongst each other and others endulge in a book that they brought.
"Let's go on a little walk." I say while hooking my arms between Owen and Levina's.
"Wait! I wanna make a wish and throw a penny in the fountain. I'll catch up with you guys." She take a penny out of her bag and heads to it.
"I bet she's wishing that her and Olive end up married and living in Italy as rich lesbians who go to eat wine and cheese in their free time." I turn my head to look and Owen, using my hand to push strands of hair blowing in my eyes due to the wind out of my face.
"Most likely." He agrees.
As we walk around the park I see Madeline and few of her friends standing with eachother, laughing.
"Imagine ending up like that. Thats so embarrassing." Madeline murmurs to her friend with the light brown hair and long skinny legs standing right beside her.
I see her eyes dart to a man who is laying on one of the benches, asleep and clutching a bottle of alcohol. He looks kind of dirty too.
My heart sinks and my face become stone cold. I freeze for a second.
My father, sleeping on a New York bench, holding onto a bottle of rum.
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