I called my mom on her cell phone to let her know that I was going to stay at Finny's for dinner. She was a little irate that I had left without letting her know anything when I was sick, but once I explained the situation, she understood.

Finny's mom started out by making spaghetti. She then burned it somehow and ordered Chinese instead. She asked if we would go and pick it up for her, and Finny automatically agreed. He loved any excuse he had to drive.

We were on the freeway, heading toward Little Kimi's Chinese Buffet, when suddenly someone pulled out in front of Finny making him swerve and nearly hit a street sign. He stuck his tongue out at them as they passed us.

"Now, you see!" he said, a tad angrily. "That is exactly why I need a rear- blowing horn! Because of inconsiderate people like that guy!" He stared after the man in his rear view mirror.

"You are the only person I know who has ever requested a thing like that," I told him. "You're a very scary person."

"Nah," he argued. "Just makes me more lovable."

"Whatever you say," I murmured, shaking my head.

When we finally arrived at the Chinese restaurant, Finny surprised me by quickly jumping out of his car and racing inside. I stared after him, wondering why he was acting so strangely. Then, I saw what he was after. It was a young Chinese girl with long, black hair and a nice figure. Finny was leaning against the counter, talking to her.

I walked in and sat on a stool next to them.

"So," he said to her, "I take it you're little Kimi?"

She giggled and said something in Chinese that I didn't recognize.

Finny pouted. "Well, I need to pick up some wontons," he said. "Wonton," he repeated loudly.

She nodded and ran into the kitchen.

Finny looked at me and shrugged. "Chinese."

"Yeah," I said, nodding.

The Chinese girl came running back to the counter. She pressed some buttons on the register and announced, "Your total is $21.95 please."

Phineas gave her the money and winked at her, making her blush a little.

She handed him two brown paper bags and gave a little respective bow, which he returned.

"I'll see you later, Lil Kimi," he said, as we were leaving.

After dinner, (which was very tasty, I might add) Finny offered to give me a ride home, which I happily agreed to.

"So," he wondered, as we were getting back in his car, "will you need a ride tomorrow morning? Because I could always-"

"Swing by," I finished for him. "Yeah, yeah. I'll get my dad to drive me, thank-you."

"If that's what you want," he agreed. "I need to sleep in anyway."

I nodded with a sarcastic grin on my face. If only I could've slept in with him...after all the years of us sleeping together as friends, why had I never taken advantage of the situation? After innocently sleeping beside the unsuspecting Finny for years, now it didn't feel as though I could last an entire night by his side.

Love is a funny thing. If you accept it, and let it grow around you, it will one day blossom. But, soon after it blossoms, it will surely wilt and die. However, if you fear it, it may grow up around you unexpectedly and someday choke you with its lethal vines. Either way, you will be hurt by it. And, so will those that you love.

When we got to my house, I invited Finny to come in for a little while. I told him that my mom would want to see him and hear all about the fight. I didn't really know. I was only trying to find something to get him to stay with me just a little bit longer. I wanted to spend forever and the rest of my life with him. If only I could tell him. If only he could feel the same way.

As soon as we were inside, my mom walked in and told us to sit down on the couch. Immediately, she being questioning Finny.

"Now, what's this I've heard about you getting into a fight?" she demanded.

"Well," Finny began.