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The TV plays loud in the background, way to loud for her liking. She turns around quickly, glaring at her friend for a couple of seconds before sighing and shaking her head a bit.
"Can you turn that down, Lightbulb? Please?" Test Tube says quietly, she slips off her glasses and rubs her eyes for a short amount of time before putting them back on. Despite taking them off, marks and smudges still managed to get on the glass. She sighs and takes them back off to clean them.
"What? Turn it down? Alrighty!" Lighbulb shouts back rather loudly. She leans forward and fumbles for the remote, almost knocking over a cup of water while doing so. Test Tube sighs heavily as she watches Lightbulbs actions carefully.
"..thank you" Test Tube mumbles before turning back around. She has a lot of reports to do... she finally managed to land a job as an intern for this lab in relation to the college she goes to.
Out of all her friends, she's the only one still enrolled.
They all went for a normal bachelor's degree, but Test Tube was determined to get a masters. She only has about... actually.. only a year left after this. That's not to bad. Only problem is, where she wants to work... higher education is. Incredibly recommended. Curse her for wanting more and more, to achieve what is out of her reach.
Maybe she'll just become a lab technician... that'll work. It won't be all to far from what she wants. But it doesn't feel... fulfilling enough.
...
"OMGA! Tube-o, look at this!" Lightbulb calls out, snapping Test Tube out of her thoughts. She blinks a couple of times, confused on what Lightbulb wants
"It's the show I've been telling you about!" Lightbulb says cheerily, she bounces up off the couch and shakes Test Tube's shoulder almost vigorously.
"You've got my attention, Lightbulb." Test Tube sighs. She glances at the TV...
Fan's Fantastic Features... and or F.F.F
What a lame name. Really gotta make it about you, huh?
"So like... the host is that one guy back from high school! Do you remember him? 10th grade, he moved to our school and was like... real awkward! He had this bright red hair and always wearing some sort of jacket thing.."
Test Tube pauses for a couple of seconds, trying to remember who she's talking about. Then it clicks.
"Oh, him? I remember. He was in media arts... I didn't see him much but he was nice." Test Tube says, her tone slightly nostalgic as she remembers the first time she interacted with him.
She was walking through the main hallway, which happened to also be the media arts hallway. Often times she'd stop and look at the photos and sometimes drawings on the small bulletin boards or simply taped onto the wall. it was nice to appreciate something that wasn't the sheep hearts and brains her teacher made them dissect once in a while. It gets to your head after a while.
He had rushed out of the media's classroom, holding a camera in his hand. Thankfully it was strapped around his neck.
As she turned and bumped into him, the camera fell out of his hand and he stumbled into the wall.
"Golly! Are you alright?"
Test Tube remembers saying to him, she held a hand out for him even though he didn't fall.
"I uh. Um. I'm fine!"
He paused to check his camera, checking its lense mainly. Test Tube felt guilty. She remembers that. he had a frown on his face as he realized a scratch formed on its body.
..She's still not sure how that happened from such a gentle stumble into the wall. Maybe it was already there.
He was grumbling for a couple of seconds, rubbing the scratch as if it'd go away.. finally, what almost felt like forever, He had looked up at Test Tube. He paused as he did but broke out of whatever trance he was in shortly after.
"Hey.. wait! You're uh. The girl who voted for my photos! You know... for that.. that competition! It was a competition for some extra credit, but also some recognition.. and possibly some photographers working with you. That never happened though. But uh..Thank you for that, I was happy for weeks, eve–even if I didn't win or anything..The comment you left was real nice too! I appreciate it. A lot. Did I already say that? Sorry! But thanks!"
He rambled on for quite a while, but surprisingly she didn't mind. She smiled at him and said you're welcome.
"You're welcome. I'm..surprised you didn't win. Errr..uh.." Test Tube pauses for a moment before continuing. "The creativity in the photos was amazing, I like that you chose more.. uhm.. outgoing things!"
She remembers his smile widening and his eyes sparkling distinctively.
Then the minute bell rang. they both had to cut the conversation short.
"I'm Fan, by the way! You know that already.. uhm.."
"Test Tube,"
"Thank you, Test Tube! Uh.. see you around?"
That was the end of the interaction, she had thought about it for days. They never really got to interact more after that. She would've became his friend if they were around eachother more. He was really nice.
But it didn't happen in the end... both were much to busy.
Seeing him now, on the TV screen.. almost brought a smile to her face. She's glad he seems to be successful. It's not everyday you see things like that, someone really reaching their dreams. Test Tube herself isn't even sure she'll be able to reach her own. Her personality doesn't really help her get anywhere.
She's always been... 'interesting'. Often making her get outcasted, Lightbulb is the only person who has made her feel even a little seen. But they're total opposites, so it doesn't fit her needs. TestTube just wishes someone out there would listen to her and her ideas. To share her interests.
"Jeez, I never expected him to do something so... outgoing though." Test Tube mutters out loud. They weren't close, but she knew him to the extent she could tell he's awkward. That's a bit of an assumption, maybe he was nervous because she liked his work.
"I'm not surprised! He always mentioned TV shows! Real into it!" Lightbulb says happily, she taps her chin rather expressively.
"You were friends with him?" Test Tube asks carefully, slightly confused. She didn't think Lightbulb had any classes with him then.
"Well, not really friends.. but like... talked" Lightbulb says, her tone a little questioning
"Associates? Test Tube suggested. Lightbulb perks up
"Yeah! Associates! I never really got close to him, he was always runnin' around and whatev! But he was preettyyy cool!" She says
"But really, I was like, friends or associates with a lot of people!" Lightbulb says, she lets go of Test Tube and heads back over to the couch, she plops down onto it and starts humming the intro tune of F.F.F
Test Tube stares at the TV screen, she sees him sitting at a desk, wearing a dorky blue bow tie with yellow dots. His hair is slicked back.. it looks stupid. But she didn't pay much mind to it.
He was quite energetic, asking odd questions and then throwing some random game up on a board for the... contestant? She's not sure what to call them. It wasn't a simple questionnaire or interview, it had games and whatnot. So they're not a guest... TestTube tries to move on from hee confusing thoughts.
The show almost reminds her of a YouTube channel, really. It was messy and all over the place, bright colors and odd sayings she didn't understand. But it caught her attention..
Smart
She thinks, that's definitely the goal. It's just so... 'exotic' you can't help but stay and watch. He definitely knows what he's doing.
She ends up leaning against the couch, watching the TV rather carefully. She doesn't care for shows, they're background noise for her... but this time she's intrigued. For no reason at all. maybe it's how dorky he looks.
———
The show ended after an hour or two . maybe even longer. she ended up sitting down and working on her reports and homework between the commercial breaks. For some reason, it felt wrong to change the channel or turn the TV off.
The show isn't THAT intriguing..
"Well, I'm heading to bed!" Lightbulb calls out, she's currently in the kitchen.. most likely doing a puzzle of sorts. Sometimes Test Tube buys Lightbulb puzzles for her to do, mostly to distract her. But she also just likes gift giving.. sometimes.
"Oh uh.. goodnight." Test Tube says in response to Lightbulb. She finally realizes the show is over, the screen switched to adult swim. She sighs and turns it off, she's not exactly into that stuff. Maybe if she had someone to watch it with she'd give it a try.
She yawns and stretches her legs as far as she can. She stands up and sighs, tucking her laptop under her arm as she heads to her own room.
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Sharing an apartment with Lightbulb isn't all bad, it's been about a year now. Lightbulb insisted she'd move in, apparently after she got her degree she lost... quite a bit of money. Test Tube decided to help her out and let her live in the same apartment as her, she had enough room. It would be easier for her too.
She closes her door behind her and sets her laptop down onto her desk, plugging it in and changes into something much more comfortable before flopping into bed.
Test Tube stares at the ceiling for a while. Almost unable to close her eyes.
She sighs and turns to her side, wrapping herself in her blanket tightly and hugging herself. Her mind is racing, as it usually does.. morning and night. She never seems to catch a break.
Satisfaction rarely comes to Test Tube, nothing ever seems to be enough. Or maybe she's the one not doing enough. Either way, it sucks a lot of joy out of her life.
Test Tube sighs deeply, she runs her fingers through her hair, gently pulling on it as she does so. The feeling is calming, almost. Slowly, she lets her hand fall to her side and gives up on trying to chase her thoughts away. It'll go away eventually.
At least thats what she was hoping for, another 10 minutes pass and no signs of these thoughts vanish. She wishes they could at least be informational and not idiotic. "I hate this.." *TestTube grumbles, giving up and grabbing her phone.*
Of course, only a couple short minutes pass before she drops her phone and falls asleep.
———
The next morning is rather rough, her alarm blares in her ear. Instantly, she turns it off. She groans and rubs her eyes before noticing she fell asleep with her glasses on... again. She broke her last pair because of the habit of not taking them off. Thankfully these ones are holding up.
She swings her legs over her bed and huffs.... instead of hopping out of bed she sits there for a minute or two, she yawns and stares down at herself. She cant get herself to just.. get up. Usually, when she wakes up.. she's up. She can get up rather easily and start her day. But today she just feels utterly worn out.
After a couple of minutes and almost falling back asleep, Test Tube gets up and heads over to the small kitchen and rummages through the fridge before grabbing an energy drink. She takes a couple sips before cringing. it doesn't taste good, how do people drink this stuff? Coffee is much better than the... 'artificalness'.
She'd love to have a coffee, but... she just can't get herself to do the easy process of doing so.
Time passes by slowly, she brushes her teeth, eats breakfast, brushes her hair, gets in the shower.. gets out of the shower, then finally, heads out for class. Today is going to be a long day. She can just feel how terrible it'll be.
———
Fan wakes up slowly, he shoves his face into his pillows and groans. He kicks his feet against the bed a couple of times, he doesn't want to get up. Not yet... but he has to. He can't miss his morning show! He's still not sure why he signed that contract with the radio station. he's not a morning person and never will be.
Fan's phone starts to ring loudly, he already know who it's going to be.
"Uggghh...." Fan lets out. He's tired.
He picks up his phone and answers it.
"...what?" Fan grumbles, finally sitting up and running a hand through his hair. It's tangled. He's not surprised, with how thin his hair is.
"Fan, are you at the studio yet? You know your show starts in like 35 minutes right?" Paintbrush says in a surprisingly calm manner. Something must've put them in a good mood, but Fan is sure he's about to ruin it.
"Uuuhhhh... no. Uhm. Crap." Fan says, glancing around quickly before realizing what time it ACTUALLY is. He's definitely going to be late.
"I'll be quick, promise! I'll- I'll be there soon..!" Fan says quickly, he throws himself out of bed and quickly starts to get ready for his day.
His radio shows are usually, rather underwhelming. Nothing super exciting or anything like his actual investment, F.F.F!
A sharp intake of breath is heard on the other side, that's how Fan knows he just completely ruined Paintbrush's mood.
"Okay. Fine. You better get here quick or I'll tell OJ about this." Paintbrush says sternly, their voice slightly shaking with anger.
Fan laughs nervously and nods despite Paintbrush not being able to see him.
"Don't tell him, this is a one time thing! Promise!" Fan blurts out, he rushes around his room and gets ready as fast as he can. But with his indecisiveness, it's not fast at all.
"Do you know how many promises you've made that you have NEVER kept, Fan? Learn to not do that! It's not helping you!" Paintbrush yells. They can be heard scoffing shortly after.
"I'm sorry!" Fan fretted. He's been doing to much dishonesty recently, it's a bad habit of his.
But he's never met anyone to really teach honesty, or has ever spoke up for him. No one seems to be on his side anymore, maybe it's the success getting to his head.
"You're a hypocrite, Fan! Get a therapist!" Paintbrush yells, before abruptly hanging up. That came out of nowhere and had nothing to do with what they were 'talking' about.
Therapy? Definitely not something he's thought of since high school and early college. Maybe even farther back than that, he knows he's had issues. But he thought he was past those.
He can get up and out of bed everyday without fault..sometimes. He doesn't feel lonely, only from time to time he does. He doesn't feel empty, not as much as he used to.
All those negative feelings are just sometimes.
Fan thinks, he walks over to his bathroom mirror and goes still as he stares at himself. Sometimes, not all the time. Sometimes, not every part of his day. Sometimes, keeping him separated from his peers.
Does he have friends? Do his coworkers find him as a friend? They never hang out with him, Paintbrush is always angered by him one way or another. Unable to stand being around Fan longer than 2 hours.
Fan feels himself slouching and his eyes lowering. He holds onto the sink tightly, feeling his skin suddenly feel clammy and his heart racing. Maybe he's sick. But just a second ago he didn't feel like this.
"Get it together, Fan!" He mumbles
Fan pushes himself off of the sink and quickly fixes his hair and grabs his things, he feels like he has to look good at all times. He used to not care, but now it feels mandatory to dress nicely.
He takes a deep breath and finally steps out of his house and towards his car, no time to waste now! Fan taps on the steering wheel nervously ad he drives quite quickly. It doesn't take him all to long to make it to the radio station, he parks almost haphazardly. He's 6 minutes late, even a minute late can throw things off course.. so no time to lose
Fan dashes into the building and instantly settles in, some of the others crew members sit there, already on air. They glance over at him, but continue. Paintbrush glares at him.
What a wonderful way to start his day...
———
Test Tube yawns as she drives, she stops at some random coffee shop. That energy drink didn't help.. if anything, it made her even more tired. She leans up against her steering wheel as she waits in the drive through. Thankfully she's not in a hurry, because it's already been 8 minutes and she still hadn't been able to get past the first window.
This place is either understaffed, the workers suck, or is just popular.
Test Tube sighs heavily and groans, she turns on the radio and barely even listens to it at first. The people seem to be ranting about nothing in particular, that's usually pretty normal for radio shows nowadays.
But TestTube almost jumps out of her skin as the radio lets out a loud shuffle like sound and a cut in the audio. She rubs her eyes and leans back up,
She stares at the channel playing 1.05... morning show. What a boring name. Who thought of it?
Test Tube shakes her head slightly, she turns down the volume temporarily and puts her car into drive as she drives forward... finally, the first window. She pays for her order and hopes it won't take another 8 minutes, but it's already starting to seem that way. She should've just made her own coffee at home...
Test Tube turns the radio back up and almost jumps once more as that familiar voice comes out. You gotta be kidding!
She places her head in her hands and huffs, it almost feels like a curse now. Fan has a radio show too? His success is really rubbing her the wrong way.
Though he doesn't seem rather good at this whole radio host job thing.. it's awkward and cluttered. But maybe thats just Test Tube who thinks that.
She absent mindedly listened to whatever the group was talking about. It wasn't very interesting. Only parts she heard was about weather, traffic blocks, and a random amount of references constantly made. Do they even have a script? Do radio shows usually have scripts? Test Tube only sulks further.
Test Tube ends up turning down the radio, instead of just turning it off. This ends up being a mistake, as she almost falls asleep against her steering wheel until a honk is heard behind her and she flicnhes up and drives forward, finally getting her hands on her order.
After a couple of sips of her coffee she slowly starts to feel better and less sluggish. But she still feels out of energy, mentally at least.
–
The drive isn't long, only a couple of minutes for Test Tube to get to her college grounds. It's still early in the morning, so she has a couple of minutes to walk around before heading to her first class.
She likes to visit some of the shops and or stores they have on campus, but overall one of the only place in her city that has a decent amount of nature incorporated into it. Everywhere else is grey, dark, and overall depressing with the little amount of green covering the ground.
She remembers when she used to live in a dorm. During that time she was really at her best. maybe it was because of how nice it was on this campus.. it made the highcosts of the dorms worth it to Test Tube
Test Tube sits down on a bench near the building her first class she has for the day, she pulls out her phone and texts Lightbulb the time she should be back home. Lightbulb often blows up her phone with messages asking when she'll be back if she doesn't do this... it's annoying but she tolerates it.
Before she knows it, she has to head to class.
Time seems to pass by fast today.
———
"That was TERRIBLE! it was so awkward!" Fan complains loudly, he slams his fist against the palm of his hand. He glances over at everyone, who only stare back and nod. He sighs in defeat.
"I'm sure it'll go better next time, Fan. Maybe we should try out a script at the start to get into a... proper conversation?" Suitcase says encouragingly. Fan only frowns and crosses his arms over his chest and grumbles a bit before agreeing.
"Yea.. okay sure." Fan sighs and shakes his head a bit. Paintbrush sighs heavily at Fan's reaction.
"Don't you think we should've been doing that from the start?" Paintbrush nags.
..Fan isn't sure how he got on the bad side of Paintbrush, but he'll have to fix it sometime soon. Almost everyday he works with them.
"Paintbrush, we only started this recently. And we were pushed into this suddenly, it takes some time!" Suitcase assures.
Paintbrush sighs in response. Fan seems lost in thought.
"We should add more people too. It doesn't seem right with only three of us..." Fan mutters to himself, he slowly unfolds his arms and smiles wide
"Didn't Mic say something about wanting to join?" Fan says. He sounds rather proud of himself.
"Oh, uh yeah. She did. She needs a side gig.. or something like that." Paintbrush responds carefully, their demeanor becoming much more calm.
Paintbrush was the one who mentioned Mic to Fan that one time. But Fan being as ignorant as he is, tossed that idea aside at that time. Assuring the three of them could easily do this. Of course, that's not what happened.
"Well Paintbrush, I think you should TOTALLY give her a call for me!" Fan grins and points finger guns at Paintbrush before walking off, slightly tripping on his own shoes as he leaves makes it through the door.
Paintbrush's eyes follow Fan, a slight frown forming on their face as they cringe. Suitcase purely ignores it.
"Alrighty then! Come on Paintbrush, Fan has to go to his other studio. So it's up to us for now!" Suitcase says rather happily. Paintbrush glances over at her with a slightly worried look.
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"So you're telling me Fan finally wants to hire me?" Mic asks cautiously, she knows Fan can say things he doesn't mean quite a lot.
Paintbrush sighs "...yes, he seemed pretty sure." They say in response. "Seemed pretty proud of himself too. thats how you know he means it" Paintbrush mumbles.
"Well.. okay! I'll... uh.. get prepared for it."
Microphones end goes silent for a second before she asks another question. "What day do you want me to start?"
Paintbrush thinks, not exactly sure. Fan is always everywhere, you never really know what he wants or when he wants it. Thats why so little people in the studio like him, he's only gotten worse about since starting the radio.
Suitcase pipes up, she leans towards the phone to give a clearer answer for Mic. "Next week, Tuesday. Not to late and not to early!"
"Alright. I uh.." the sound of papers being flipped is heard through the phone. "I think that'll work. I'll call you later, Paintbrush?" Mic says, her tone questioning. She knows how busy Paintbrush can get, and how fast it happens.
"You know when I get a break from this total mess, I'll answer then." Paintbrush responds with a sigh, shaking their head slightly.
Without a goodbye, they hangup. Paintbrush isn't necessarily looking forward to any training, as Mic only knows just a tiny bit of basics... but that's better than a clean slate.
"We should start planning for Tuesday.." Suitcase mutters as she walks off and grabs a notebook out of her bag.
"Shouldn't Fan be the one planning this, Why does he always make us do it? I'm getting tired of it." Paintbrush sighs
"Fan's busy, he has a whole other studio! This is our way of helping him." Suitcase says, opening and notebook and starting to jot down inside it.
"I understand we're helping him and all... but don't you think it's a bit.. much?" Paintbrush complains, they walks over to Suitcase and sits down across from where she's standing.
"What do you mean?" She asks, still writing. But wanting to listen.
"Hes ignorant. A bit lazy. And a little narcissistic at times. Don't you see that?"
"uh.. I wouldn't say he's narcissistic at all.. just passionate."
"But you do think he's ignorant and lazy?"
"Well i- not really" Suitcase stops writing and looks up at Paintbrush, she seems stressed now
"Fan is our boss, let's not talk bad about him Paintbrush."
"See how you said boss?" Paintbrush points out, they lean forward slightly. "Not friend?"
Suitcase stays silent for a second, her eyes are wide and her hands are shaking. She looks off to the side and tries to speak, most likely to deflect Paintbrushs words. But nothing comes out.
"He's not our friend, so stop acting all good to him. Stand up for yourself more, Suitcase." Paintbrush says quietly, almost thoughtfully.
"Some people out there don't care about your feelings and will use you. Fan in particular.. he's oblvious. Often times doesn't realize what he's doing is wrong."
Paintbrush grabs the notebook from Suitcase and shuts it, stuffing it back into her bag.
"So he doesn't listen. But if you told him what he's doing is wrong.. he'll snap right into place."
"I don't want you overwhelming yourself with the work he's supposed to be doing. All we have to do is tell him the day Mic is stopping by, and let him deal with it."
"You're a good person, Suitcase. I'd even go as far to say your my friend. So why don't you go ahead and go home? I'll handle Fan." Paintbrush says softly. It's almost unusual.
Suitcase takes a deepbreath and slowly starts to nod and smile. "Yeah.. uh... thank you, Paintbrush. Thank you." Suitcase fumbles, she's not sure what to say after that speech.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Suitcase says, her smile gentle as she zips her bag back up and slings it over her shoulder. She stops at the door for a second, looking back at Paintbrush.. who only nods in response.
Paintbrush let's out a long sighs as Suitcase leaves the studio, they needed to say that. It was almost haunting them.
———
She's starting to hate school.
Test Tube used to not care for if, and if anything.. she enjoyed it. But now all it is, is a chore. There's so many other things she could be doing right now. And yet she's stuck listening to her professor talk about nonsense rather than actually teaching.
She's already finished every assignment given so far, but that's only because of how slow her teachers put out work.. And maybe because she has a decent amount of free time on her hands.
Besides that, she's starting to lose interest in this class because of the teacher itself. It's just basic sciences. Almost a filler class, as she already knows everything in here.
Just as TestTube starts to doze off, the teachers ends the class. Early, as usual.
She huffs and quickly leaves the classroom, determined to get out of there as soon as possible. Her bed sounds better than usual right about now.
Test Tube is usually more active than this, and doesn't crave to lie around and do nothing. But it feels like that it's becoming a normal for her, and it's scary. The thought is enough. She doesn't actually need it to be fully incorporated into her life.
She needs to always be doing something, nothing makes her thoughts race with what ifs and why nots. Most of all, she hates feeling useless.
Test Tube has always helped, it felt natural and good to do so. But now it has a hold on her, she has to help or she's just a terrible person. Or lazy. Or maybe even a burden
She's always talked a lot about things no one wanted to listen to, so helping makes up for it
Her thoughts continue to race.
"Hey, Test Tube!" A voice is heard behind her.
Test Tube instantly turns her head to look at whoever called her name, behind her she sees Cabby. The woman smiles and waves at her. Test Tube pauses and sighs, her friendship with Cabby is very mixed. But Cabby seems to trust her, even after a lot of...things, happened between them.
"I saw you practically run out of the classroom and thought I should check on you." Cabby says.
Test Tube forgot she's even in the same class as her, it's a little uncanny on how much Cabby is similar to her is some ways.
"Well, I would love to say I'm fine. But I'm not." Test Tube snaps slightly, she's still not fully warmed up to Cabby. But it's not like the other has bad intentions.
Cabby stays doesn't say anything, only humming in response. She's letting Test Tube continue.
"The professor barely teaches us anything, and it feels like a waste of my time being in that class now, and it makes me feel terrible. I hate to think of if in such a negative way! It won't get me far with this mindset at all."
TestTube rambles, she cuts herself short. Not wanting to dump every little thing in her head onto Cabby. She should've just said she's fine. They're not even that close. Cabby was just trying to be nice.
"It's okay to think that, Test Tube. Don't fret over a small change in your thought process." Cabby sighs, she's staring forward. But glances at TestTube from time to time.
"I guess your right. It is just a filler... Something for me to do." Test Tube mumbles, mostly to herself. She sighs and runs her fingers through her hair, trying to focus on something other than her thoughts.
"So... Cabby.. what have you been up to?" Test Tube asks, trying to stray away from the current topic.
"Nothing much really, I've been going through motions." Cabby responds, she doesn't seem very interested in talking about herself... she's always liked hearing more about others rather than her own being.
"I get that. Uh. What about work?" Test Tube tries to ask, the conversation is getting awkward fast. "I heard you've been volunteering at a high school's library."
Instantly, Cabby seems to perk up. She grins widely and turns to TestTube fully this time.
"Why yes, I have!" Cabby says happily. "It's been great, I'm almost shocked at how good it's been going. High school was a rather mixed experience for me." She says, laughing nervously.
"But there's been these two teens that'll stop by often. Bot and Goo, they're sweethearts." Cabby sighs, her smile softening.
"I tutor them sometimes, putting books away isn't the only thing I can do!" Cabby says, nudging Test Tube lightly.
Test Tube only nods and laughs awkwardly.
"You've always been good at homework.." Test Tube mutters.
"I don't think I could go back to high school, somehow that was more stressful than college now. They always made college seem harder than it actually is."
"Well it's nice to be prepared, isn't it?" Cabby says back.
"It can be. But... I feel like I missed out on a couple of things in high school. Something big." Test Tube sighs.
"Do you remember Fan? The short guy with an awful slouch?" Test Tube says, a small smile forming on her face at the thought.
"I uh.... I think I do. It's been a while." Cabby says, her energy suddenly dying down a bit. Test Tube forgot about Cabby's memory issues.
"Actually, hold on... I do! He had red hair, right?" Cabby says, a smile coming back onto her face. Test Tube is surprised it came back to the other that quickly
"Yeah, he did... anyways, we had one interaction. Just one, and now it's suddenly starting to come back to me all at once!" Test Tube says, shaking her head a bit.
"My roommate brought him back up once, just yesterday. And it's like I've been haunted by him since then." Test Tube groans
"Do you know he has his own TV show now? And a radio show!" Test Tube throws her hands up slightly. Cabby's eyes widen a little at the sudden change in Test Tube's demeanor
"Thats weird." Is all Cabby manages to get out. She sounds lost in thought
"It is weird... and I bet you he's going to show up on my TV again tonight." Test Tube says, glaring at nothing. She has nothing against Fan, only his success.
Test Tube stops walking as she finds herself approaching the parking lot. She glances over at Cabby and sighs.
"Oh, is this your stop?" Cabby perks up, snapping out of her thoughts. Test Tube nods.
"It is.. uhm.. I'll see you later? Bye." Test Tube says, rushing the words out. She waves by to Cabby and paces her way back to her car.
She forgot how much she wanted to go home.
———