14in a matter-factly way. I inwardly groaned.
'No shit, Sherlock,' is what I was thinking, but what I said was,
"Uh huh." He cleared his throat and continued,
"All you'll need is for us to wrap you up and send you home. In a couple of weeks I'm sure you'll be good
as new. Or..."
Uh oh.
"If you want a faster healing, I could just call the hospital ENT specialist and he can give you nose a good cracking
back into place. Waddaya say?" he finished and cleared his throat.
"You know, that last one sounds good. What do you think, Amy?" Darren said cheekily. I turned my head to him and
shot daggers at HIS nose with my eyes. If your still wondering by now, we were in the hospital. And since Darren is
rich, and EVER SO KIND(insert sarcasm footnote here), he decided to play hero and pay for my bills. Let me tell you,
my parents were thrilled. Any sense of pride they had was apparently gone.
"Fuck you." I whispered. Maybe I should be thankful that he's paying for my bills. Or maybe I should shoot him because
he told the doctor he's my boyfriend.
Hmm. Maybe both.
The doctor cleared his throat.
"What was that, sweety?" Darren replied with fake lovingness. I ignored him and turned back to the doctor.
"I guess the second one. You know, whatever takes less time to heal."
"Are you sure, Ms. Pierson? It might be alot of pain. I've had grown men come out of that room bawling like babies." He
cleared his throat.
'That's a nasty habit,' I yearned to say. But what I said was,
"Fuck pain."
"Shit, shit, shit." I muttered, biting my lip. When the 'doctor' had said pain, he meant...PAIN. I saw Darren
glance at me out of the corner of my eye.
"Don't pretend you care," I said spitefully.
"Oh, but I do." he said in a sarcastic manner. We were silent for a minute until I moved to turn on the radio. His
hand reached out and snatched mine.
"I want silence." He let go of my hand.
"I have a broken nose." I shot back.
"No you don't.."
"Well it still fucking feels like it."
"I never knew you had such a colorful mouth."
"Well, I never cared to let you find out."
"..." I stared at him and he stared at the road. So I stared at the road too. Until I noticed something...odd.
"Where are we going?" I asked. He didn't answer for a minute.
"You know when your parents asked to talk to me on the phone earlier?"
"Uh huh..."
"They told me not to take you home until late."
"What? Why?" He shrugged.
"They said they were going to spend quality time together."
Lovely.
"Oh." I paused. "But technically, that still doesn't tell me where we're going."
"Why do we have to be going anywhere?"
"...oh." He gave me a look.
"What, where do you think we're going?" he asked.
"Do you honestly want to know what I think?"
"Sure."
"Ok well, I think that your going to take me to some cliff or something that you think I'll find romantic, and then
try to seduce me." He smirked.
"You have quite the ego."
"Oh, I do? What about you?"
"I haven't been in the least sense egotistic since we've been assigned to the project."
"Fine."
"Ok then." It was pretty much quiet and then I think I drifted off to sleep, because I woke up to him looking down
at me. Not even doing anything, just...looking.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," I said back. And then he placed his lips over mine. A kiss, that was short but sweet. I was too tired to
fight back, and he was too tired to continue. After that we both
drifted off, and I woke up the next morning to him asleep with his head on my stomach. My eyes flipped over to the
digital clock on his dashboard, and it read 7:57. They flipped back down to him. He looked so angelic when he slept.
Then again, even angels have to wake up.
"Mmm?" he murmured as he stirred to me shaking him.
"Mmm." I grunted back. He smiled up at me.
"Did we have sex?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, wild and passionate." I replied, rolling my eyes.
"Really?" He said happily. I slapped the side of his head. Rather hard.
"Oww!" he exclaimed and yawned. He then sat up, and looked around as if searching for something.
"What?" I said.
"Where's my keys?" he said franticly.
"I don't know."
::ONE HOUR LATER::
Darren sighed. I sighed. It seemed that the car sighed with us.
Yes, we still couldn't find the keys.
"Well, theres only one thing to do." I looked at him curiously.
"Walk."
"What?" I looked at him as if he were crazy.
"Walk. I mean, what else can we do?"
Well lets see. I could kill you with this plastic knife that is suddenly
in my hand, and then use your innerds to try to jump start the car...
"Nothing, I guess." I replied.
::20 minutes later::
"My bra is getting itchey and my feet hurt!" I complained. He grinned.
"You could take your bra off and then I'll carry you." I sighed.
"Well, turn around..." His smile faded.
"I was just kidding."
"I'm not." He unwillingly turned around and I undid my bra.
Jingle, jingle.
"Wait a second..." I picked up the items that had just fallen out of my bra.
"Oh, grand."
"What?" he replied and turned around. I showed him and his eyes got wide.
"Were they...?"
"Yeah."
"How...?"
"You tell me." I glared at him.
"I swear I didn't do it."
"Yeah right. Look, there's a gas station up ahead. You had BETTER come up with some story other then
what really happened, because I don't want a bunch of country hicks that run a little store thing knowing
that somehow your keys got into my bra."
Dear Lord.