Apparently I came to a few minutes later, laying in puke.
"Caitlin, are you alright?" he asked, his eyes were completely green. "I tried to keep you awake, I thought that you were dieing on me." I took a quick look at his car, the pain returning.
"Let's not go for a drive," I suggested. He nodded.
"Well, I've got some business to take care of, but you can hang out here until you're ready to go home." For a moment I just sat there, connecting the pieces of the puzzle. He was almost at the passenger door when I finally got the courage to ask him.
"Still dealing drugs?" He turned toward me, eyes widened. Still green, but widened.
"You know me better than anyone." he admitted.
"Some things never changed," I concluded. He laughed, obviously finding it more funny than I did.
"You want some?" he asked, taking my present stating.
"No. I'm not like that anymore." I replied.
"Not like me, you mean?"
"Let's be honest, Rogerson. I was never like you."
"You're right about that," His laugh filled the air again. "That's what I liked about you. Like about you."
"Well, that makes two of us." He nodded, a smirk upon his face.
"We'll have to hang out again. When you're feeling better, that is. Give me a call, ok?" I nodded.
"One condition." He stared at me, waiting for my decree. "Don't bring your car." He nodded, saluted, and was gone into his car in the next five seconds. A few minutes later, I got into my car and beheld a sight I was far too used to. My cheeks were bright pink. Rogerson and I were officially back on.
Sorry for the short chapter, but Chapter 10 will be up soon!
