Post by Beckett Hayes on Jul 31, 2009 8:37:38 GMT -5
It's probably wrong to call texting a strength. All it does is imply that you're not good at much else besides moving your thumbs back and forth to plunk out a million words a minute it seems like; Beckett doesn't think his mother would've liked that to be considered as one of her baby boy's greatest skills. Maybe something sensible like chemistry or literature, hell even being a decent artist would've been nice. Something she could be proud of. Beckett toyed with the phone in his hands, flipping it open and shut repeatedly to the point where one would think it would've broken by now.
Sitting alone in the food court, Beckett was left alone with his thoughts which was rarely a good thing. he loathed sitting still, and having to do so quietly was even worse. It lead to thoughts regarding what could've possibly happened had he not hated his science teacher's guts and puked over the sight of a dead frog. Maybe right now he would be a world famous chemist instead of a lead singer for a band and the secretary for a dentist. He would certainly find it more enjoyable than the latter. But then he would miss his friends terribly, and what if none of them wanted to be chemists will him, what if they still wanted to be in a band. What would the band do if he wasn't there? Would there be someone new to replace him? Would he be ruining their lives by liking science? Most importantly why did it even matter because he hated dissecting things, got thrown out of science class for protesting animal cruelty and didn't even like science enough to become world famous at it anyway. Though it would make his mother proud. It was something to think about in the spare minutes he had when there was nothing else plausible to do. His thoughts were already racing. He couldn't help that.
Glancing at his phone again he wondered when exactly he had informed Jaxon he would be off work. He thought he had texted him earlier to request his presence at the mall, but Beckett did quite a bit of texting under the desk when his boss wasn't watching and so one could never be sure. Plus there was that laughing gas stuff in the next room over and one could never be certain that there wasn't a leak and maybe Beckett had gone a tad loopy for a moment leading him to believe he had done something he hadn't. The question of whether or not he had actually texted Jaxon in regards to the rendez vous could've been easily answered had Beckett thought to look through his phone's outbox, but Beckett liked the mystery of not knowing and so he didn't bother being logical about it. If Jaxon didn't show then he'd simply have to drive over to his friend's house and kidnap him.
Sitting alone in the food court, Beckett was left alone with his thoughts which was rarely a good thing. he loathed sitting still, and having to do so quietly was even worse. It lead to thoughts regarding what could've possibly happened had he not hated his science teacher's guts and puked over the sight of a dead frog. Maybe right now he would be a world famous chemist instead of a lead singer for a band and the secretary for a dentist. He would certainly find it more enjoyable than the latter. But then he would miss his friends terribly, and what if none of them wanted to be chemists will him, what if they still wanted to be in a band. What would the band do if he wasn't there? Would there be someone new to replace him? Would he be ruining their lives by liking science? Most importantly why did it even matter because he hated dissecting things, got thrown out of science class for protesting animal cruelty and didn't even like science enough to become world famous at it anyway. Though it would make his mother proud. It was something to think about in the spare minutes he had when there was nothing else plausible to do. His thoughts were already racing. He couldn't help that.
Glancing at his phone again he wondered when exactly he had informed Jaxon he would be off work. He thought he had texted him earlier to request his presence at the mall, but Beckett did quite a bit of texting under the desk when his boss wasn't watching and so one could never be sure. Plus there was that laughing gas stuff in the next room over and one could never be certain that there wasn't a leak and maybe Beckett had gone a tad loopy for a moment leading him to believe he had done something he hadn't. The question of whether or not he had actually texted Jaxon in regards to the rendez vous could've been easily answered had Beckett thought to look through his phone's outbox, but Beckett liked the mystery of not knowing and so he didn't bother being logical about it. If Jaxon didn't show then he'd simply have to drive over to his friend's house and kidnap him.
