I touch my bare stomach and feel something rumble inside. That can't be good. Maybe I'm just hungry.
"Fang!" I call.
He comes down the stairs.
"Hmmm?" He replies a bit impatiently.
"Could you go pick up some food?"
"Max, you just ate." He replies drily.
"Yeah. But I'm really hungry…I think."
"You think? I'm not going to the store because you THINK you're hungry." He starts to ascend the stairs
"WAIT! Okay. Fine. I'm hungry." I hear him sigh and then see his haed poke out from behind the wall.
"What do you want?" He says finally.
"Fish Sticks and butterscotch ice cream."
"No. I mean PEOPLE food." He says sarcastically.
"Oh shut up be a good boyfriend and get me my food."
"So snippy. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk."
"Go!" He rushes down the stairs grabs the keys and jumps into the car. I wait until he's gone to walk down the street to the gas station.
"Is this, "He holds up the pregnancy test gingerly "all you'll be buying?" The clerk asked me.
"No." I grabbed three airheads and plopped them on the counter. "These too."
"That'll be," He punches in some numbers " 5.60"
I fork over the cash and stuff the test in the bag he handed me.
"Thanks." I say as I exit.
