Chapter Twenty-Three: Daisuke:

I’m creepy, I swear it.

I just love filming things. Today has been no different.  In fact, I have my camera on right now. Mandy put her hand in front of the lens.

“Turn that off!” she snapped. I pouted as I lowered my camera.

“Aw, why?” I asked.

“We’re supposed to be looking for *******, remember?” Mandy asked.

“So?”

She groaned aloud. “Thanks to you, we haven’t gotten anywhere!”

“What? I can’t help it. I love filming everything.”

“We don’t have time to screw around! It’s getting late!”

“But we haven’t found ******* yet.”

“That’s the point!” Mandy rubbed her forehead. “This whole thing is making my head hurt.” I tilted my head with my camera lowered. I don’t get why everyone so upset for. Nobody really thought this wedding would happen. Some didn’t even want it to happen. I didn’t really care either way. I was just happy to be filming again. To be honest with you, this was more fun than the hopeful wedding.

I turned my camera across the street. Oh! What’s this? I spotted a man with another prostitute eating sweets. He looked nervous as his eyes shifted back and forth. His lady friend kept talking without noticing how uncomfortable he is. She rubbed on his knee while patting her eyelashes. He looked like he would jump up and run away.

“Hello,” I said. “Are you gay, dude?” That was one huge tent in his pants there. Maybe not gay. Not his type? Then why is he with her? I almost felt sorry for the guy. Oh? What is this? Another lady walked up to the couple. She stood over the table with her hands on her hips. Oh, she looks really mad. The man looked up at her with big eyes. His wife or girlfriend, maybe? This looked interesting.

The woman yelled at the man in front of her. He seemed to be pleading with her. I wished I could hear what they were saying. I bit on my lower lip as I kept filming. Maybe I could add in some dialog in my head. Yeah, that sounds great.

“Who the hell is this?”

“Baby, I can explain!”

“Oh, bullshit! I have been working all day and I find you out here playing around with some slut!”

“Who are you calling a slut, you bitch?!”

Oh damn, she just slapped the hooker. I trembled as I kept filming. Oh, this is getting good. The prostitute stood up and slapped the other woman back. The woman in turned slapped her again. A few slaps later and they started fighting. The man at the table lowered his head and hid his face. This is good stuff. I covered my mouth with my laughter as the tape kept rolling.

Suddenly, I got hit in the back of the head. I turned to see Mandy glaring at me with her hands on her hips.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” she asked.

“Aw, it was getting good!” I complained.

“Never mind that! We have to get going!”

“Where?”

“Never mind. Just come on!”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, now stop filming and come on!”

I pouted as I watched bystanders try to break up the fight while I was hauled away to wherever we were going. Damn it, it was getting so good too!