Of What?
I have to drive home-- hope mom isn't there--- so... leave the dude in the car, and get my bag, and stuff it with clothes... then grab the jurnal, and some cash from my 101 Dalmation's doggy bank, then run out the door, and go--
Simple right??
It all goes fine, all the way up to when we get home, mom isn't there, neither is my older brother, or younger sister.... Dad is at work, and only Buddy, my 4 year old golden is at home. He barks when he hears my car drive into the driveway, and continues to bark when I unlock the front door. Well that went well! Leggie stayed in the car! Even let me lock the doors on him! Thankfully my car has automatic locks-- or perhaps not so great.... I run in the house, and grab my stuff, toss the hedge hog for Buddy, to get him out of my way, and run to the kitchen and grab some peanut butter and crackers-- for snacking along the way. I run out the door, locking it as I go, tossing the toy again for Buddy to keep him from coming with me, and make my way towards the car.
I get out my key, and begin to unlock the door. Only to find out that Leggie is keeping his finger on the "lock" button on his door.
"LET GO!!!"
"Of what?" He gives me a sad look with those beautiful blue eyes. I nearly faint.
Once I regain conciousness......
"Take Your FinGER OFF the ButtON!!"
"Oh..."
Finally I'm in the car. "No touching buttons! Let ME do that! Ok?"
Alright.... why is he looking at me like that??? I'm not the wierdo--- he is! Even though he is really rEALLY cuTE!!! No-no---no no noooO Really reALLY HOT!!!!
"What is in your hands?"
I look down... I have all the stuff I grabbed from the house still in my hands.
"Are you going to drive with that on your lap?"
"Ummmm no." I chuck the junk into the backseat.
"Who is going to ride back there?"
"No one." What is it with him asking such bazzar questions?
Finally! Finally I'm back on the road. On the way to the frizway (as I call it). I calm down, and push the power button on the radio. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a window opening, not just an inch, and then going back up... noooooO! It comes down aLL the waY!!
NoooO! NoT the windOW!!! I have to get on the freeway I hate merging onto the freeway.... just look back, trun on your signal, and you'll be just fine... ya.. with the passengerside window wide open with a head sticking out, and blonde hair flying everywhere. Great. Once I'm safely on the freeway--
"Windows stay up while moving."
"Why?"
Ummmm because it's dumb, it's loud, and I like to listen to the radio, and everyone in the world dosn't need to know I'm driving with LegoLAS GReenleAF.... LiKE duDE!!!! I just won't tell him.... I push the "lock windows" button on the car door, and roll up his window.
Five minutes later...
Oh no!! We're only to The Dalles, and my stomach's growling...... great... We'll just pull off at the nearest off ramp, and go to Taco Bell or something... What'll I get the dude? Oh... I'm sure he'd like a taco or something.... ya...a taco
"Where are we going?"
"To get food. Wanna taco?"
"A Taco?"
Taco... what's in a taco.... uuuuuhh... meat, lettuce, cheese... tomatoes.... veggies! What if he's a vegitarian!-- or worse!! what if he'z a vegen! not that that's a bad thing... but... what'll he eat?
"There's veggies..."
"Sure..."
One won't be enough.... I'll get him two.... ya... two...that otta be good...
Next... all I have to do is get OFF the freeway.... that's just the easy part, just be sure to use the breaks, and use them lots, 'cuz you'll have to stop! Don't forget about that evil stop sign ahead! I hate stopping! Considering all the red lights earlier today.... ya... Taco Bell is over there... left.... ya.. left......
In the Drive Thru.....
"Ya, I'll have two tacos, and a burrito."
"Who are you talking to?" I look over at Lego boy.... sigh he has that wonderfully faint worthy look on his face... that look of question and qusitivness.... sigh and those blue eyes... those deep blue eyes........and the voice, so soft, low, and gentle, asking--- a stupid question?
"No, make that three tacos and two burritos." If we're going to be on the road for around three days, going to Mineapolis, I want to have plenty of food along.
I pull up to the window, get the food, pay, and drive out the lot. Ok... the freeway... that good ol' freeway... groan
"Here's a taco, I have another one for ya to, but you gotta eat that first. K?"
He remains speachless, those deep blue eyes watching my every move, my hand going into the taco bag, grabbing a taco, and handing it to him. gasp I jump in my seat. what was that??!!?? DUDE!!! THat was freaky!! something very warm touched my hand ...oh... It must have been his hand.... sigh I feel really rEALLY stupid now... he's looking at me with this wierd look... freaky... Not to mention how giddy I am from being TOUCHED by LEgolAS!!!---- ok ok... CALM doWN!!!! that's it!! breathe in heeee and out hooo .....
"What is this?" Don't play stupid on me, Lego-boy... that just won't work....just eat IT!!!
"A taCO." duh?!?!?!
"Oh." He shuts up for a while--- it's almost like he knows what I'm thinking.... that'z just scary.... His deep beautiful blue eyes were scanning over the taco.
"You can eat it-- it won't hurt you y'know." Cha! Like a TacO could actually huRT you--- i guess it could.... like the shell anyway.. like hez going to do that....
10 minutes later
I grab for my burrito..... ahhh FOODDDD i'm sooo hungry I waited until we were out of the town... because I really don't like driving in towns... ya I know I live in Portland, a really big town... but I have no other choice there--- it's either drive through city, or stay home, and that sucks.
I notice that Lego-dude is watching me eat-- he still hasn't eaten his taco.
"Arn't you going to eat?"Burrito in hand, and on steering wheel at same time, I look over at him. gasp He's looking right at me!! Right into my eyes. breathe!! just keep breathing... ahhhh the road!!! I have to look away-- those eyes... they keep me in a trance, wanting to go closer--closer.... ahh but keep driving.... but those eyes....those eyes...