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CHAPTER 7

We sat in my room, not daring to talk to each other. It's like, we didn't know each other anymore, we were just sitting in a waiting room. I hated it, I wanted it to be like it used to be, back when we were younger, and we played together all the time. And then all the sudden I was really hungry, but I didn't want to see my mother. My stomach growled, and Brian heard it. He started to laugh, and I smiled at him. Then we went silent again. It wasn't how I wanted it to be, but at least we were making progress. He felt the same way. "So, um, you want to eat something?"

I was glad that he was trying to get me to talk more. "I'm hungry, but I don't want to see my mother."

He shrugged, "We could go somewhere and eat."

I smile at him, "Neither of us can drive."

"We can walk."

I smiled and rolled my eye, "Sure, lets walk. Where to?"

"Hmm, Big Guy Burger?"

"Doesn't your old girlfriend work there?"

"She was never really my girlfriend. Besides, she doesn't even like me anymore, she likes Ricky."

"Oh, right." I nodded my head sarcastically. We got up to leave. I was glad we weren't, like, scared to talk to each other anymore. When we got downstairs my mother stopped me again.

"Where are you two going?"

I looked at my feet and talked in a quiet voice. "Out to get food."

"Why didn't you tell me you were hungry? I can make you something to eat, then you can go back to your project."

I thought of a good lie quickly, "Well, we want to take a break, so…we don't want to eat here." Okay, maybe not that great of a lie.

She didn't really buy it. "Well you can take a break, and still have a snack in your home."

"I know, but…we just want to get out of the house…you know, get some air." I was walking toward the door as I was talking to her.

"Well, I can make you a snack, and you can eat it outside." Why is she trying so hard to make me stay? Is she just doing it so that she can win a fight? Well it doesn't matter, because I'm going to win anyway.

"We want to take a walk, and stretch out, we've been working for a while. Like, earlier today I mean."

"Fine, go out and eat. I'm just your mother my opinion doesn't matter."

I rolled eyes at her comment. "Okay, bye."

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When we got to Big Guy Burger I saw that Delia Fisher did work there. It doesn't matter if she works here or not, Brian is my boyfriend, and Delia can't have him, even if she wanted him. Delia Fisher paused before putting on her best smile and talking to Brian and me. "Welcome to Big Guy Burger, where every guy is a big guy."

I nudged him I the shoulder, indicating that he should go first. "Um, I'll have a Hunkburger."

She tapped it into her big cash register thing, and looked at me waiting for an answer. "Uh, same as him."

She tapped into the same spot. "And for your drinks?"

I made him go first because I didn't know what drinks they had. "Um, a Coke," he looked at me, "two Cokes."

She tapped the rest of our order into the machine. "OK, that'll be $7.38." Brian got out his wallet—I didn't even know he had a wallet—and fished out $7.50. She handed us our food, and his change. "Your change is 12 cents, thank you for choosing big guy." Brian put the change in the tip jar and we took our seats. Every once so often, while we were eating, Delia would glance at us then quickly look away. I wasn't sure, but I thought she jealous of Brian and me together. It kind of made me feel good, in a selfish way.

Brian caught on. "Is it just me, or is Delia weirdly interested in the way we chew?"

"I don't think it's so much the way we chew, as it is that we're chewing together, at the same table."

He looked at me with is eyebrows furrowed. "Okay, that sounded…weird." We both start to laugh, and Delia looks over at us, looking angry.

"Wait, Delia is, like, over you, she likes Ricky now, right?" Brian nodded. "So then why is she so mad that we're, like, together."

"I think she just hates me. You know, she just doesn't want to see me happy."

"Hmm."

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When Brian and me got back to my house we were, once again, greeted by Danielle. "So Brian, do think u could give me saxophone lessons?"

Brian gave me an amused look. "Um, I thought you said you didn't want lessons."

"Well that was a long time ago."

I found my opportunity to embarrass her. "I thought you said you already had a boyfriend, Danielle." Her cheeks went red and she ran up to her room. I grinned at Brian, and he shook his head smiling.

"You're such a mean sister."

"Well you're a lucky only-child, who doesn't know what he's talking about." Brian just laughed and followed me to my room.

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"So, are we gonna tell someone about…us?"

Brian's word caught me by surprise. "Well everyone already knows, Rayanne made it necessary to shout it in school."

"I mean, like, our parents."

"They'll figure it out." He gave me a confused look. "I don't care if they know, I just think it would be awkward to, like, bring it up in a conversation."

"That makes sense, I guess."

"But, if you want to tell your parents, it's fine with me. Like, seriously, I'm not just gonna say it's fine with me, and then hold it against you…" Again, I cannot stop talking! Oh, well, that's just me.

Brian laughed, "No I agree with you, I'd rather them just walk in on us…or something. But they will be thrilled to know that I'm not, like, allergic to the opposite sex."

I laughed, "Shut up." I threw a pillow at his head.

He fell back laughing, "No, I'm serious. Every new psychosomatic disease my parents learn about, they think I have."

"(Still cracking up,) wait, there's a disease where you think you're allergic to the opposite sex?"

"…Probably."

"…Well I'm glad your parents were wrong." I leaned in and kissed him. We had completely forgotten about what we had done…and it was good.

OK, that's it, please don't hate me…for whatever reason you would. Um, R&R. Pwease?