Just as Sunny got into his car and moved out of the parking lot, a realization suddenly struck him – tomorrow was Wednesday, and he didn't have work. This sudden awareness brought a moment of pause. Sighing, Sunny thought, 'I'll just call him when I get home,' as he drove off, music playing in the background, shrugging off the minor oversight about his schedule.
the next day.
Wearing a white tank top, black shorts, and a red bonnet adorned with a jolly Roger wearing a straw hat, Sunny stood in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He pondered, 'Wonder if I should walk to the gym today, the weather seems so lovely.' His casual attire and thoughtful demeanor suggested a relaxed day ahead.'There's also that girl from work. Hope she's there,' Sunny mused to himself, taking off the bonnnet and grooming his curly hair in the mirror, contemplating the day ahead at the gym.
'BANG BANG'
The loud knocking on the bathroom door suddenly jolted Sunny out of his thoughts."Get out! You shouldn't even be using the restroom upstairs!" came the voice of a young girl, sounding around 7 or 8 years old, from the other side of the door. Her tone was filled with the impatience and assertiveness characteristic of her age. At the young girl's words, a vein appeared on Sunny's forehead, visibly indicating his growing irritation at the interruption. Sunny swiftly opened the door, and before the young girl could react, he reached for her ear, pinching it firmly. This action elicited a shrill, dramatic scream from the girl, "Mom! Sunny's going to rip my ear off!"
Her voice echoed with a mix of surprise and theatrical distress.From the living room, Sunny's mother, Rosa, who appeared to be engaged in a pleasant phone conversation, responded half-heartedly, "Keep your mouths shut, you two; everyone else is sleeping." Her voice carried a tone of mild reprimand, not fully distracted from her call."It's your fault! Use the downstairs bathroom next time. It's too early to go downstairs by myself!" Dahlia, the young girl, complained, expressing her annoyance at Sunny's choice of using the upstairs bathroom."Quit being so dramatic, I was just about to get out anyway. And turn on the lights next time. But you wouldn't do that, would you? You just like annoying me," Sunny said, rolling his eyes while still pinching Dahlia's ear.
His tone was a mix of irritation and resignation, indicative of their typical sibling interactions.Realizing her ploy was exposed, Dahlia gave a nervous laugh, which made Sunny sigh. He wasn't in the mood to deal with her antics this early in the morning. Sunny walked off downstairs, intent on grabbing his necklace and earphones before heading out to the gym, Sunny's necklace was unique and meaningful.
It consisted of two pieces: one was a jolly Roger emblem sporting a straw hat, and the other resembled a dog tag, etched with an image resembling a bounty poster. The poster depicted a grinning boy, playfully posing as if for a camera, wearing a straw hat. On the left side of the poster, there was a barely noticeable figure of another young man, his back to the camera, wearing a durag. Both pieces were gold-colored and whenever Sunny wore the necklace, they would occasionally clink against each other, producing a distinctive sound, along wifh his dark heads on neck he was ready. Sunny laced up his gym sneakers and headed out of the house, making his way to the gym.
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As Sunny walked off to the gym, he pulled out his phone and started playing his favorite hip-hop rapper.
(Guess who's his favorite rapper?)
Before Sunny knew it, he had walked quite a bit and come across the basketball court situated behind the church across the street.
There, he saw a lone figure throwing up threes. Although recalling people wasn't Sunny's strong suit, he could've sworn he had seen this guy before. As he got closer, a realization struck him.
'Ohhh, it's him, the creatine guy at school.'
Not to misunderstand Sunny's words, this guy wasn't a well-known figure who had been dubbed as "the creatine guy" in high school. Instead, Sunny had given him that moniker due to his inability to remember people's names. It wasn't that Sunny forgot quickly, but rather he chose not to remember or would forget if someone didn't make a significant impression on him. While this might come off as rude, Sunny himself saw no problem with it.
The other party soon noticed Sunny coming into view and recognized him.
"Hey Sunny, how you been?"
"I can see you put on some muscle, creatine I put you onto most be working huh."
Sunny chuckled Upon hearing this.
They exchanged greetings for a bit.
"So, I'm guessing you moved here recently?"
"Yeah, act—"
Before Conor could continue, he received an emergency call on his phone.
"Yes ma'am, I've actually seen that lady."
"She was doing cartwheels across the street and almost got hit by a car."
Upon hearing this, Sunny, after the phone call, inquired with an interested look. "What's up?"
"Cops are looking for a crackhead who just walked by."
"Damn, for real?! Did she have any tools on her?"
Seeing Sunny almost breaking down into nervousness, Conor chuckled.
"Nawl bro, you're good. It's just some middle-aged blonde cougar who's off that snow powder."
Sunny's mood didn't change much, and he hurried off. Conor waved at him as he saw Sunny leave.
"Aight bro, be easy!"
Sunny gave a casual response and almost dashed off to the gym.
'Holy shit, there's a crackhead on the loose, I need to get to the gym and back fast!'
'Fuck me and my Dora the Explorer-lookin' ass adventurous spirit!'
'I'll never step out the house ever again without my beautiful red Fusion!'