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((OK. :-D Why's teh adrenaline rushin'?))
((One kid got me worked up because he decided to threaten me and then acted like he'd swing. Which would have been about as lethal as, well, Garrett swinging on William))
((Yeah that doesn't sound to swift on the kid's part.))
((Not at all))
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William nodded solemnly. "Which brings me to my conspiracy theory. Drake's one of the more influential generals, and after last night's news, he IS the most influential general. he favors cutting all ties with Asian nations. That includes Israel," he said with a frown. "He'd rather the U.S. fall apart for many years than for us to trade with CHina any longer. He's anti, well, anything China stands for."
Erie nodded, "So he wants us to cut all ties and try to support ourselves by manufacturing, growing, and making things in America." she said, "I don't think there's anything wrong with that, accept if we cuts ties China will want us to pay off our debt." she added, "And getting out Israel isn't that good idea since we've sent them so much aide already." she added quietly. "Cutting ties isn't the swiftest idea the wholew idea world." Erie conclucded.
"It does go both ways though. Not only do we get a lot from China, they are our biggest customer as well. That's a lot of ticked off Chinese guys. And they would want the debt repaid. Of course, it would hurt them more than us in the long run." He looked at Erie. "The problem is that Drake would be willing to go to war with them if they demanded the debt repaid. That's where Drake's plan crashes and burns like the Hindenberg."
"I thought the Hidenburg blew up." Erie commented unnessicerily. "But yes you're right, we don't need to go to war, we're already in a long, confusing, and messy one as it is in the Middle East." she added. She wondered when Garrett would come back from whatever section he'd decided to shop in.
As if by command, Garrett returned. William had misjudged his direction; he had bought a CD. It was rock of some sort or another. William was glad he liked music. Not to mention surprised. His parents weren't exactly musical people; after all, in that household, money solved everything
Erie nodded to Garrett, she'd never really liked rock, sure it was loud and had a good beat, but she always had the hardest time decerning the words they said. Maybe it was just her though, even her brother told her she was an odd duck at times. Erie made sure she had a good grip on the things she was oing to buy and turned towards the cash registers.
William led them to the checkout. After they had bought everything they were getting, WIlliam grabbed the bags and left Wal-Mart with the other two, leading them to the truck and getting in. "Next stop: water park." He sounded as if he were working in an airline, and Garrett laughed to himself.
Erie, "I still don't have my swim suit." she reminded them, "I can run and get it now and meet you at the waterpark." she offered, her hand reaching for the door handle so she could get out and run if her offer ws accepted. She pushed a strand of hair that ung in her face under her cap in an annoyed fashion, hy couldn't her hair stay put?
William sighed. "If you insist. If your father is there, just go to the waterpark." He didn't want to put Erie in harm's way. He had a three-strike system anyways; her father had already hit his first strike.
"If we just go to the water how do I swim?" Erie asked, rather confused, she wasn't jumping in fully dressed, that could ruin her clothes. Clorin wasn't known to do wonders to dark normal clothes, she remembered throwing her brother's black ball cap in a pool once, andmakings ur eit got soaked. The next day the hat was no longer black, but grayish color. She'd had to pay for a new hat needless to say.
William shrugged and smiled. "We'd come up with a Plan B, and Garrett would stay pale and pasty." He had meant it as a joke, but Garrett shifted uncomfortably. WHy did William seem so keen on completely humiliating him in front of people?
Erie just rose her eyebrow slightly at that, noting Garrett embarressed squirms in the back. She turned to William, "137 Clinton Ave." she siad, telling him her address. "It's pretty easy to get there." she added.
"You live on CLinton?" He'd remembered when that area was still new and, well, decent. He'd grown up there, after all. Garrett stared out the window; he wasn't so sure about William's self-control. He was sure William would do something rash.
"Yeah, it's gotten a bit run down since it was built, but it ain't too bad." she said shrugging. "You'll know my house without the number though. It's the one that looks the worst. Pa likes things messy." she explained, "Speaking of Pa, if he's home, he most likely passed out by now." she added, hoping she was right.
William nodded his head and began driving in that direction when he suddenly turned onto another road. Garrett looked at him oddly; he had no idea where they were going, but this felt like the wrong direction.