Marcus sighs, looking up at the sky. Great. Clouds. The sky must share his opinion that this whole thing would be improved if it was pissed on.
He was going to go work a shift at the local Walmart- he donated the money he earned to the Against Malaria Foundation, it was just the thing to do- but no. Friends first. Why did he even have friends, they seemed kind of unnecessary, maybe he could just not.
He shifts his gaze to the runners, discretely pocketing his phone- otherwise Caden would pout at him, and that was just a fate worse than boredom (or death, or arson, or a fine for jaywalking).