The high school senior placed his hands behind his head and let his fingers fondle with his hair. The way that his hair felt with the glove was only like everything that the glove touched: plastic. Observing the beach beyond and not the sand or the people beneath the boardwalk. His body drifted from the balcony of the boardwalk to one of the concession stands.
The man behind the concession stand took a look at the senior and offered up an ice cream. "Care for an ice cream, dude?" The man was obviously ignorant of the hand, but none-the-less, Alastair offered up seven dollars for the cone.
Using his left hand, he decided to eat some of the cone while looking at he ocean. Alastair stared at one of the men walking with a girl and merely sighed, not because of the fact that he had a girlfriend, but rather because all for emotions sake he wouldn't think ahead. They would break up in three months time from the way that they were going.
The man behind the concession stand took a look at the senior and offered up an ice cream. "Care for an ice cream, dude?" The man was obviously ignorant of the hand, but none-the-less, Alastair offered up seven dollars for the cone.
Using his left hand, he decided to eat some of the cone while looking at he ocean. Alastair stared at one of the men walking with a girl and merely sighed, not because of the fact that he had a girlfriend, but rather because all for emotions sake he wouldn't think ahead. They would break up in three months time from the way that they were going.