People are already idiots; love has nothing to do with it, Francine decides, feeling vaguely misanthropic today, as she sits on the porch smoking her last cigarette ever. She's been coughing more lately, and she's tired of getting sinus infections. She also realizes that she stinks.
Literally.
Masani and Donald don't say anything, but she can tell that they mind. Jake probably minds as well. Should she care what they think?
Maybe she shouldn't, but she does. She likes them.
She wonders why she ever started smoking. Well, it gave her something to do. It always looked cool in old Hollywood movies. Then she got addicted.
She smashes the butt down in her Iron Lungs ashtray ("You're going to die anyway; why not do it with a nicotine buzz?" is the motto around it), and takes a deep breath. She looks at the pretty bush in front of the porch as its leaves turn red and die. Everything comes to an end, she thinks, and wonders if she should stop keeping Jake at a distance. So what if he moves in? So what if it doesn't work out and she has to listen one night to him romancing another woman in the next room over?
Her stomach sours at that thought. Maybe it would be better if she kept him at a distance. She wonders why she assumes the worst and always sees ulterior motives in everything. Can't some people be as decent as they appear to be?
She sighs and realizes that she's been down the boulevard of broken dreams before. Hell, she's even turned off it into the alley of asphyxiated aspirations. It might be time for a change in her life, and Jake moving in could be what she needs. It would be nice to have him around more often, and be able to see one another without one of them making the long trip to the other side of the city.
Still, she doesn't want to rush into anything. Look at Donald, she thinks. Why, why, why is he joining the Army? Is he insane? He's in his thirties and he's going to be living in a barracks full of 18-year-olds in basic training. He might be sent off to die in a war he doesn't even believe in. With Francine asked him, he just said, "With great power comes great responsibility," which Francine is pretty sure is a quote from a comic book.
Masani's pretty upset. In fact, Francine even caught her browsing online dating profiles, muttering "If he thinks I'm going to just sit around and wait for him while he goes and plays soldier, then he's even crazier than he's acting."
The whole world seems to be going crazy. Dick is totally a robot apparently. If there's a grand conspiracy guiding world events, it crashed off the track some time ago, from what Francine can tell.
Maybe the world is going to end. That notion seems ridiculous, but so does everyone acting as if it's going to end.
Francine stands up from the lawn chair, and decides to do something bold.
She'll start small, and work her way up.
She's going to grow her hair out.
Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel.
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