Going Down to Liverpool

Andre sat on his back on the beach. He was looking at a female. She was attractive. Valentino sat on his stomach on the beach. He was looking at a notebook. He had written some words on it.

"Hey Andre," Valentino said without looking up, "I think I've got the perfect name for our band."

"Go for it," Andre said without looking away from the female.

"Neon Rendezvous."

Andre shook his head, "Nah, too pompous."

Valentino crossed out the words Neon and Rendezvous on his notepad. "How about The Flux Capacitors?"

"No, not subtle enough."

"Um," Some more words were crossed out, "The Positron Colliders.?"

"Too subtle."

Cross, "Monsters in Your Closet?"

"Too Silly."

"Rockasaurus Rex?"

"Too obvious."

"Death by Stereo?"

"Already taken."

"She's Lost Control?"

"Too 80's"

"How about Bebop and Rocksteady? Or Sirhan Sirhan? Or The Titanic Survivors? Or The Rainy Day Cigarettes?"

Andre slipped the brim of his hat over his eyes, "Those are all shitty names."

Valentino tore the page out of his notebook. "No problem. I'll just keep at it."

Andre stared at a female. She was attractive. "Whatever."

Oscar the Decorator

Oscar loved the Monterey Bay Aquarium. His cousin Omar took him there every Sunday afternoon. They would use their grandparent's yearly pass. The cashier never cared to ask why they looked so young and just appreciated that their happy faces added a little more color to the crowd. Oscar's favorite exhibit was the petting zoo where you were aloud to actually touch the animals. How clever, he thought they were.
One evening after school Oscar crawled into a garbage bag, poked his head and arms through the sides, attached branches as arms and wore cardboard boxes on his feet. He then scampered around the surrounding trailer park trying to hide from the residents. It wasn't till eight o'clock that night that his mother came home from work and realized what was going on. She scolded him and asked why he did it. He replied that the Decorator Crab or Cyclocoeloma Tuberculata does the same for survival.
There was no aquarium trip with his cousin that weekend. Instead, Oscar stayed home watched 4 cartoons and 64 commercials, then helped his mother in the garden. Oscar thought about his animal friends and if they thought about him. Maybe they missed him, like he did them. He became frustrated with his mom and wanted to cry. That night he designed the first underwater trailer mankind had ever seen and made plans to live under the sea for the rest of his life.