Two-Bits
"Why are you so happy?" Race asked, flipping through my CDs. He pulled out The Distillers and popped it in the CD player. I smiled.
"Oh, no reason..." Davvy raised his eyebrows at me.
"Is it because you have always hated Dash, and now she's gone?" Hmmm...I never thought of that. Good call, Davvy!
"Well, partly," I said, vaguely. THAT got Race's attention.
"So spill, goily! What's the other part?" He gave me the fish eye. "Are ya madly in love wid Spot?" I laughed.
"No...But I know someone who is..." I said, grinning. He began to get excited, and I felt my stomach flip over again.
"WHO?!" everyone demanded.
"Boomer." I saw Dutchy's eyes widen in the reariew mirror.
"No WAY! Are ya serious?" I nodded. "But, she's always teasing him, and picking at him!" I rolled my eyes.
"It's because she's so damn stupid! She hates liking someone, because it makes her feel insecure. So, if she likes someone, she's mean to 'em all the time, in the hopes of making herself not like them. But it never works." Dutchy thought about this for a moment.
"What about the Delanceys?"
"That's a whole 'nother enchilada."
"That ROCKS!" Specs exclaimed. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Why?"
"Because Spot likes her, too! He always has, but he didn't know if she liked him. So, he decided tah jist forget about it, and that's when he started dating Dash. But he's always liked Boomer!"
"No way. TOO easy! So, all we gotta do is get the sparks flying. But how?"
We sat in silence for about twenty minutes before Dutchy said, "I got nothin'."
"Aw, c'mon guys! What happened tah da good ol' days when we could matchmake anybody in a snap?" I whined, glancing at them in my rearview mirror. Specs and Dutchy had started snogging. "GUYS! Focus, damnit!" I snapped, reached back there and smacking Dutchy. Davvy smiled at my exasperatedness.
"Okay! Sorry! Jist got a liddle...sidetracked."
"Yeah, I noticed. Okay, but seriously. We need to think of something."
"Why don't we just tell Spot?"
"Why are you so happy?" Race asked, flipping through my CDs. He pulled out The Distillers and popped it in the CD player. I smiled.
"Oh, no reason..." Davvy raised his eyebrows at me.
"Is it because you have always hated Dash, and now she's gone?" Hmmm...I never thought of that. Good call, Davvy!
"Well, partly," I said, vaguely. THAT got Race's attention.
"So spill, goily! What's the other part?" He gave me the fish eye. "Are ya madly in love wid Spot?" I laughed.
"No...But I know someone who is..." I said, grinning. He began to get excited, and I felt my stomach flip over again.
"WHO?!" everyone demanded.
"Boomer." I saw Dutchy's eyes widen in the reariew mirror.
"No WAY! Are ya serious?" I nodded. "But, she's always teasing him, and picking at him!" I rolled my eyes.
"It's because she's so damn stupid! She hates liking someone, because it makes her feel insecure. So, if she likes someone, she's mean to 'em all the time, in the hopes of making herself not like them. But it never works." Dutchy thought about this for a moment.
"What about the Delanceys?"
"That's a whole 'nother enchilada."
"That ROCKS!" Specs exclaimed. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Why?"
"Because Spot likes her, too! He always has, but he didn't know if she liked him. So, he decided tah jist forget about it, and that's when he started dating Dash. But he's always liked Boomer!"
"No way. TOO easy! So, all we gotta do is get the sparks flying. But how?"
We sat in silence for about twenty minutes before Dutchy said, "I got nothin'."
"Aw, c'mon guys! What happened tah da good ol' days when we could matchmake anybody in a snap?" I whined, glancing at them in my rearview mirror. Specs and Dutchy had started snogging. "GUYS! Focus, damnit!" I snapped, reached back there and smacking Dutchy. Davvy smiled at my exasperatedness.
"Okay! Sorry! Jist got a liddle...sidetracked."
"Yeah, I noticed. Okay, but seriously. We need to think of something."
"Why don't we just tell Spot?"