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“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been here for something like three hours!” I demanded to the closed window. Who did he think he was anyway? Just because he has millions of “screaming-eight-year-olds” chasing after him doesn’t mean he can be late yet again.
“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“Sorry Cat, it won’t happen again,” he said with a grin as he hopped out and joined me on the curb, “Aw come on, you know you can’t stay mad at me.” What I hated was the fact that he was right. It’s hard to get me mad, but once you do it’s pretty nasty. Though it blows over pretty quickly.
I just stuck my tongue out at him. But a tolerated a peck on the cheek “I hate you, I really do.” I muttered.
Yet another grin, he knew when he’d been forgiven. “Well, if you hate me so much, than I should just leave, eh?”
“Like hell you are. You’re coming with me, whether you like it or not.” I muttered, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards my car.
“Help! I’m being kidnapped by the evil Cat Lady!” He called out teasingly.
“Yep, pretty much. And if you quit squirming, I’ll give you a nacho.”
“With cheese?”
“Sure, hell.”
“YAAHHHHOOOO!!”
“Sweet mother of pearl...........” I shook my head, as we made our way over the monster. The monster would be my 15-year-old convertable. It’s a piece of junk. I really should trade it in, but it was the only convertable I could afford. And I just had to have a convertable. My totally immature friend here probably could have bought me a new car, but I refused to take any money from him.
“It’s yours, you earned it, you spend it.” I’d said.
“But I want you to have it.”
“No, I don’t take charity.”
“But this isn’t charity! That car, if you can even call it that, can barely move! I don’t even understand how you can drive it!”
“I’d rather have a hunk-of-junk car than some new car that you paid for and rightfully own.”
“How could I own it if I gave it to you?”
“I’m not taking it.”
We had gone on for hours like this, in the end he finally gave up. It took awhile before he learned that I wouldn’t take anything of any real value from him. To put it lightly, he wasn’t too happy about it.
“Why can’t I give nice things to the girl I love?”
“I won’t take advantage of you like that.”
“Who’s taking advantage of me if I want to do this?”
“I won’t be able to trust in myself if I take this.”
We’d had our share of bouts, that’s for sure. But that comes later, not yet, you know too little. You must be able to fully understand me before I tell you what happened. If I told you now, you wouldn’t believe me. Or you’d think that I was crazy. But what I did, what happened, was possibly the most foolish, the smartest, the hardest, and the easiest thing I have ever done or ever will again.