No Fighting Please

No Fighting Please [Chapter Three]

NO FIGHTING PLEASE

Chapter 3

"Steve Jobs" Vinc said nodding his head, while going up the ramp with his skateboard again. He stayed up there, planting his feet on the base of the skate, letting it up "Now HE definitely has a conspiracy to rule the world. His products are awesome and at one point probably everyone will have at least one Apple produce at home. Plus he has shares on Disney World, with Pixar, so he's got his hands there. So the guys could be planting device in everything he sells, 'coz he works on every new device they make, and then he's just waiting for the right moment to set them on. But the real question is?"

"Alien or robot" I nodded.

I was sitting on a wooden bench, old school Coca Cola bottle in my hand which I had proudly opened by sticking the cap on the middle gear thingy-thing of my bike and punched on it like some cool expertise bartender. But ya... when you did that the content of the bottle kinda bubbled up... And now my hands were sticky with Coke.

"Exactly!" Vinc beamed and slid down, going the other way of the ramp, did an easy fifty fifty truck stall and then came back and stopped again.

I would have liked to skateboard too but since I had this tendency of falling on my head, of receiving things on my head, of hitting my head, or of anything in the likings, I had decided not to tease the devil. I was already playing with fire by riding my bike with Vinc. We always ended up in a trail in the wood when I did that. And it just screamed rolling into a branch scenario, as usual.

I sighed, thinking over this one "It's a tough one, you know? Because that apartment he had, celebrity type of thing, he never actually LIVED in it, he just renovated it all and then sold it. And then his big house that he just left abandoned and wanted to destruct! I mean... does he LIVE anywhere? No. Because he sleeps in a big tank underground because he's an alien. But then there's the clothes deal. Turtle neck black shirt, jeans, running shoes. ALWAYS the same outfit. That sound robot to me. But could also be alien. But robots don't need to sleep either so he's good with the house thing again." I ranted thoughtfully.

"So basically we have to find out if it's Skynet that is taking over the world or aliens that traveled through radio waves."

"Tough choice, tough choice" I nodded and drank more Coca Cola.

It had exactly one week since the "CD guy" incident. That's how I had decided to call him. Since I didn't know his name. Or anything about him for that matter. For all I knew I had invented him in my brain.

That would explain a lot of things...

So tonight to think about something else, I was out with Vinc, and we were trying to figure out the grand world domination plot that would exterminate humanity.

But the CD guy was still in my mind, obviously. It was stupid to be truthful, but I couldn't help it. Why was I even doing this to myself? I hadn't seen him in the shop, even after going around it a dozens of times. I would probably never see him again. If I had seen him in my town I could have had a chance at finding out who he was but I had seen him in the bigger town. He could have been from any other little cities around. Heck he could have just been passing, driving from Québec to Montréal.

So there really was no point of thinking about him.

Vinc had stopped going up and down and was walking towards my bench and then sat beside me. "Something's on your mind?" he asked as I handed him the Coca Cola bottle.

Should I tell him? I hadn't told Em and she was there. Of course she had given me a look and maybe she knew something was wrong but she wasn't Almighty All-Omniscient. She couldn't know exactly what was wrong.