“Just tell him Jeremy.”
“It’s really not that great of a story and I don’t even know if I like revisiting the memories anymore,” I sighed.
I looked from John’s insistent pleading face over to Kevin’s face of shock and awe.
“Fine,” I muttered. “I will tell it on the condition there are no stupid questions. None. For one, I probably don’t even remember some of the specifics and the memory has gone from real to fantasy because it was so long ago.”
I let out a breath and started, “It was with the art teacher Mrs. Nichols. I loved that art class from the start. I sat next to this hilarious 4chan meme spewing autistic fat kid and a tall attractive alt girl trying super hard to be unique. She still used the perks of being an attractive high school girl though. They were a hilarious combination. I’m sure the three of us seemed hilarious to everyone else looking on as we were always laughing, but most of the talking was between them two.”
“Jeremy. He doesn’t care about that shit.”
I looked at Kevin who seemed to be interested either way. Whatever that idiot John told him must have been an exaggeration.