What more do I have to do to get that little Ginny to like me? More flowers? A picnic under the stars? I did everything my mischevious hands can do! What more does she want me to do? Am I doing too much or too little? Am I the reason why she's not happy? I can't even think straight now.
I sat down on the couch that Alejandro poofed up out of his wand. Being a Wandolier is great, but what else is better than that? Being a good friend? I have lost my interest in stealing, but it's more of "being told to stop." I had to stop for Ginny's sake, or she'll put me in her jailhouse.
"Howdy, Rusty. You're lookin' glum for a good mornin'." I hear Gabby coming to my mountain top. It's not common for him to leave his mining site just to see someone like me. "What did that ol' Ginny do to you? Was she too hyper for you?" He sat down next to me, patting my back gently. "Come on, tell your ol' man what's botherin' you."
I didn't want to say anything to him. I was far too ashamed to tell him what happened. Gabby looked at my face, and he already knew that I was keeping something bottled inside me. He placed his hand on my shoulder and patted it. "...I didn't know what to tell her. I just said I liked her a lot, and she just...exploded like a stick of dynamite." I stood up and knocked over a vase full of fresh tulips. "Look, I don't know what made her pissed off like if she were to kick my shins! I didn't say anything wrong at her!"
"Maybe it's how you said that to her." I turned back to Gabby, who stood up from the couch. "How did you say that to her? Did you say that as if you were about to smooch her?" I started to blush; I hid my bright pink cheeks behind my bandana. "Yep, that must be that! Young love blossoms so early in life..." I stomped my foot into the dirt.
"It's not like that! There's nothing she and I share!" I sat down onto a stack of tires, hoping that Gabby would understand. "...I'm nothing like her, and she ain't anything close to me." I can't help but hold my tears. I haven't cried in a long time, in fact...never. "What should I do, Gabby? I'm clueless, and I have no ideas to make her forgive me."
Gabby only looks at me, like if he has no clue about what I'm talking about. "...Why not just say it yourself?" I didn't even turn around. "Just tell that you're sorry, and that you would be a better friend than before. It's just that easy. Just take it from your ol' timer here, okay?"
I start to consider that advice, right at the last minute. Ginny found me, all right. She didn't look as mad unlike last night. "Howdy, Rusty! How is your fine mornin' turning out on you?" She had her cheeky smile on her face, and that made me blush. "...Rusty, are you okay, partner?"
"Ginny," I stand up to face her, "I'm sorry for whatever I said wrong. I'll be a better friend than what you expect of me." She looked blank; I don't even know why. "...You're not mad at me, aren't you?"
"Mad at what? I was never mad at you! You're my dog-honest friend, and that won't change at all! I like you for who you are, so don't take our friendship that hard, okay?" She pats me on the head and walks away. I watch her walk back to the jailhouse, her braids bouncing steadly.
"...I did all this for nothing. Sorry Gabby." I also see Gabby walk away from my place.
"Don't blame me, kid. It's your issue, not mine." He tips his hat to me as I see him walk away to the mines. I don't know what went wrong, but I'm glad that Ginny is still my friend.