My attention was on my phone, as I walked down to our corner, I had approximately an hour before my shift at Parrot would commence. I was half hoping i'd see her there and that nothing was wrong with her.

I was chatting with Andrew on Poppify. At first i was surprised, when I logged in and saw the purple drop box indicating a message. I clicked on it, and saw that it was from andrew.

In the early months, of the launching of Poppify, it was an application that enabled users to post videos and pictures. But when its user base grew and some hot shot company purchased it, it allowed its user to post only videos. Andrew like many others did not take this change well, which explains my surprise at seeing his message. He claimed to have deleted his account.

H-man, what am I going to do without crackers.

That was strange. Many things, and alot with crackers.

Chris, wants me out.

What?

He's right though. My fight last week was posted here. Our recital  had up to a thousand dislike and a hundred likes.

He feels you are ruining the image of band.

Yo.

It was the three of you that started it, he sent kain away, now the band is growing he wants to have all the credit.

I quit. He logged out.

"Huey, what's wrong?". I looked up. Elsa was standing by our rocky companion, her blue bag on the floor. I wanted to replace the worried look on her face, with a bright smile and a hug.

"Nothing much". I sat on the rock, and toyed with her headphones. "Chris asked drew to quit the band".

She sat down, and the wind pushed a handful of her brown hair across my face. I trailed it back to her ears. "Chris, that guy in drew's band?"

I nodded. "Didn't drew say that they both started the band?"

"Yes, but remember that video you showed to me last week of drew fighting, Chris claims that drew is ruining their chances or potential".

"Sounds like, the truth".

"What?" I shouted, which she rolled her eyes  at and motioned for me to calm down.

"I am not implying that Chris's suggestion is right, what I am saying is that drew needs to get a hold of himself".

"Drew doesn't need to get a hold of himself, Chris's suggestion sounds like a big stab in the back". I defend. "Its surprising that you who claims that the crackers is trash is easily picking sides".

"I am not denying it, the crackers are a bunch of noisy people with cool rhythms".

She rolled her eyes again. "But people like their music, they have a chance at making it big, but nobody wants to sign up a guy who gets into a brawl at the end of every week".

"He quit". I added. "And I have known drew for a long time, he hasn't devoted his time and attention to anything, like he did with the crackers".

We share a minute of silence, before I ask her. "You were not around yesterday".

"Yeah". Her voice is low, and she traced invisible circles with her black and white sneakers.

"Yesterday was my father's birthday".

"You didn't inform me".  I accused with a smile. "Besides, I haven't seen him, didn't he move with your mom?".

She shook her head.

"Oh, I understand, I am sorry for asking".

"What do you understand and why are you sorry?". Her voice was sharp, and i suddenly felt like I was playing with a knife around my neck.

I chose my next words carefully. "I apologized because i understand your pain at the divorce and my error in reminding you".

"Huey,". She called, "You can't understand what you haven't experienced, you can only try your best at supporting in your own way, but never to understand. Have your parents been divorced?".

I shook my head, I also did not  like how this conversation was going. "Look Elsa—".

"Me too, my parents haven't divorced".

I nodded, although i was confused. I didn't want to stress it further, but every topic i could think of was marked with a danger sign.

"My dad was a mailman". She smiled with glazed eyes. "One time he had a bicycle it was for his job of course but then he'd ride with me after work, he taught me how to ride a bicycle".

"Then they took the bicycle and gave him a car, everyone knew my dad loved his job. And no, he didn't teach me how to ride a car but he promised. Every other day, he would drive my mom and i, and we would try our luck at every game in the park".

"Another time, they took the car, no dad said he gave it mr green" She reassures me. "You don't know him, he's a loveable and old workaholic".  

I pulled her close and hugged her, my nose buried in the sweet smell and softness of her brown hair.
Her words were a bit muffled but I heard them all the same.

"I miss him, drew. I miss his hugs and blinding smiles. I miss his kiss on my forehead, I know I frowned at them but I miss it now. I miss the sound of his laugh, he wouldn't stop teasing mom".

I didn't even know what I was doing. I was just blowing air on her hair. Then I got an idea. "He is still over there right, we could save a bit and go visit him".

On a second thought, I added. "Your mom doesn't have to know".

She pulled away, so that she was still in my arms and I could see balls of sadness roll down from her eyes.

"You don't get it do you?" She quivered. "Before we relocated here, my father died".

Fun Fact: I like sleeping.