"Well..." He teased. "How do you think that person feels about you?"
"Well... I hope that... This thing cares the same amount..."
He smiled, "I love you Kaitlyn."
"I love you too, Bobby." We stood there for a few minutes, our bodies linked.
"No that we've gotten passed the mushed stuff..." He joked. "Go make me a sandwhich."
"Bobby!" I yelled through laughter, chasing out of the room.
"Wow, slow down!" Doug laughed. "Bobby seriously thats as long as you can last?" Really? Bobby and I had lasted at least a thirty minutes, I highly doubted that he could even last ten...
"Shut it Doug!" I snapped, crossing my arms with a glare as Bobby laughed as well.
The next few seconds happened in a blur, the trailor lost control and Doug was thrown to the ground. Bobby held on to the counter and gripped me at the same time, I flew forward still, smashing my hand through the glass cupboard. Everything came to a complete stop, as Bobby extended me from his arms and looked at me. "Kaitlyn, are you alright?" He gasped.
"Mhmm..." I answered, biting my lip.
He starred at me for a moment, biting his lip, the pulled my bangs back and held my hand in his. "Come on..."
I shook my head, regretting moving so fast and sighed. "I'm alright..."
Lynn burst through the door then, her expression showing fear. "Are you guys alright?"
"Yeah..." Doug said, running a hand through his hair. "Kaitlyn cut her hand pretty good though..."
"I'm fine." I reasurred them. "Hows everyone else?"
"Were all okay, come on Kaitlin. We gotta have a first aid kit in here somewhere..." Lynn began rummaging through the cupboards, as Bobby wrapped an arm around me and led me outside.
"Oh Kaitlyn!" Ethel gasped, dragging me to the front of the SUV.
I sighed as Bobby let the barking dogs out of the truck. "Holy shit! I hope they have a triple A out here..." He said.
Both Doug and Lynn walked out of the trailor then, Lynn carrying a red box and Doug his cell phone. "Ninety-seven percent nationwide coverage, and we have to find ourselves in the three percent that we don't cover..."
Lynn rested the box on the SUV as Ethel began to care for my wound. "Hunny you got cut pretty good... Your bleeding quite a bit..."
I gasped, "I am?" I couldn't stand blood, there was no way I was taking the risk of looking at my throbbing hand.
"Mmmm..." She replied. "This is gonna burn a little bit..."
"How am I supposed to drive with you talking my ear off? I'm pulling a trailor on a dirt road and its 200 degrees in there!" Big Bob growled, joining Bobby to examine the damage of the truck.
"I'm sorry sweetie..." Ethel mummered, "Oh, so now its my fault?" Ethel dragged on.
Doug sighed and turned his attention to Big Bob, "So whats the damage General?"
Ethel and Big Bob continued to argue, until she patted my shoulder and smiled. "Your all set hun."
I walked off, pulling my hair back into a pony-tail and walked over to Brenda. Bobby was filling a bowl of water for the dogs, while both Brenda and I examined large black girls flying in circles in the sky.
"Those birds... That means there's a town not far, right?" Brenda asked.
"Your thinking of seagulls." I answered.
"Yeah, those are vutures, genius. They're just waiting for you to die so they can eat your eyes out!" Bobby joked, as Brenda rolled her eyes.
Christ, would his cute side-jokes ever stop?
