Hunny

Honeysuckle. That was my name. Who cared though? I didn't. I quite liked it. I just didn't like the fact every time I told someone my name, they would pull a double take. Their heads would whip around back to me with this curious look on their face. "Honeysuckle? That's really your name?" They would ask. Every time, it never failed. I would always be waiting for that sentence, so I could throw on my annoyed look and sit and stare at them for a minute before I took in a breath. "My parents were hippies."

It was always my explanation. It wasn't really completely true. The hippie era was long gone before I was born. It was more like, my parents WANTED to be hippies, and after I was born, they failed completely. It wasn't long though before someone caught on. It was my first day on the job at the game store, and I was working with one of the boys who I hadn't meet yet. His name was carol. Which was odd because he didn't look like a carol, and he thought the same thing. So, He always introduced himself as Duce. Which didn't make much more since to me because he didn't look like one of them either. I guess it was just a guy thing. He wanted to seem cooler. It just made him look like a bigger nerd. He was six foot tall, which was tall to me because I was short, and he was large and round. A head full of curly orange hair and an equally orange goatee. Always walking around in a large red t-shirt and gym shorts.

I just smiled though and shook his hand. "I'm Honeysuckle." I said, and then I waited. He too did the double take, asked the question and waited while I glared. "My Parents were Hippies."

Then he raised and eyebrow. "Isn't that always the generic excuse?"