geo and linn

Who: Geo and Linn
Where: Seven-Eleven
When: Mid-Evening

Geo had left Fenton's with a sick feeling in his stomach. Something was happening, and whatever it was? It wasn't normal, at all. The tall boy's shoulders were slumped, one hand shoved deep in his now-empty pockets, the other clenched around the grocery sack of old, beat up record covers. He'd still bought those - but the CD had stayed in Fenton's. He hadn't had the guts to pick it back up and take it back out with him, not after dealing with that David guy. Not even with this weird...lying jag he seemed to be stuck in.

He was almost scared to go home; afraid he'd wind up telling Fred or Laverne something as obviously wrong as claiming his name was Sammy...almost equally afraid that he'd tell them something else, and they'd believe it. And so, he was still wandering, despite the chill in the air. The weather kept threatening to rain, but the thick tan wool of his duster was barring the ominous damp from reaching his skin.