Unbeknownst to me, Kari had decided
that she in fact was going to become the neighborhood friendly switchblade
personality, and was meandering around the hallways with Fred.
Yes, Fred the two by four.
Don't we love the fact that if you
are born into the Foley family, you are apparently certifiably insane?
Kind of like if you're born into my family, you're certifiably frightening
(at least at times?)
Same difference.
But anyway, she was going around,
trying to find my dad, just wanting to beat the hell out of him.
Why this had suddenly become personal to HER, I didn't know. I mean,
it's my dad, my boyfriend/fuckbuddy/whatever, and…
Well, I'm the walking bruise.
Not anyone in her family.
Maybe it's a friend thing, though. Not sure.
Next thing I know, though, I'm hearing banshee screaming, lots of stuff being thrown/destroyed, and…I don't like it. Either Kari's coordination has gone completely awry, or she's found my dad.
No matter what, I don't like it, and all I can do is hold my breath.
-*-
"You don't know? How can you
not know? I…don't get it." In the meantime, Rob was mumbling
confusedly at what I'd last said, and I was a little worried that he might
hurt himself from thinking too hard – god knows there are plenty of people
around here like that.
Too much thought can be lethal to
a cranium smacked a couple thousand times with a chair.
And he's adorable when he's thinking. NO. Don't think like that. You don't like him. Resist, you fuck!
"Tell you what, lemme give you a
hypothetical situa…"
"A hy-what?"
"It's made up." I couldn't
help but snicker a little, rolling my eyes before settling my gaze intently
on him, trying to figure out how to tell him that there was the possibility
I liked him without getting all touchy-feely.
Well, touchy-feely in the emotional
sense, anyhow. I have no issues with PHYSICAL touchy-feely.
"Anyway, there's this girl, and…she's not exactly very girly. And really, she's not used to male attention, and all of the sudden, she's slept with this guy who really isn't the brightest…well, never mind that…but anyway…she kinda likes him, and she's not sure how to say, because she doesn't want him to think she's this complete moron…"
"If the guy's not too bright, how's
she gonna look like a moron?"
He had a point. Of course,
if I said I was the girl now, he was going to know that I thought he was
kinda dumb at times…
I talked myself into this, though.
I was gonna have to talk myself out of it.
"Well, actually…she looks like a
moron right now, at least in her own eyes."
For a moment, I let my gaze wander,
trying to get my courage back together, make things look good, know that
– I wasn't completely going to fuck it up. Even if I had.
"This girl…that's me."
"Oh." He didn't say anything
else for a long while, and then out of the blue, just…kissed me.
Well, that certainly didn't go as
expected.
"SoCo…"
"Yeah?" I was waiting for
the smack in the face now, I really was.
"What's your real name?"
"Um…Ginia." I blushed a little,
taken by surprise at the simple question. "Well, actually, Virginia.
Why?"
"Just…wanted to know. It's
pretty…fits you."
I couldn't help but blush.
"Nah…pretty wouldn't fit me."
Of course, just then, Kari half-stumbled
in, oozing blood everywhere – but at least she was in one piece.
"Your dad paid."
Oh…shit. I'd find out how much later.