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I woke up pretty late that morning. I sat up in my bed, looking around the room groggily. I blinked a couple times before I could see clearly. Everything in the room was exactly how it was when I fell asleep except for a note that had been slid under the door. I stood up and walked over to the door. I bent down and picked up the letter and read it.

'Mindy, went to the store to get some 'groceries' ;). Be back in a about an hour. By the way, sorry for what I did last night.
-Dave'

I smiled at the note and went to my dresser to get some clothes. I found some jeans and a random bra and panties. I went to my closet and picked a black baggy shirt with words on the front saying 'I'm a dangerous b*tch'. I found the shirt in some teen store at the mall. I don't usually go to the mall, but I needed clothes. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, undressing myself in the process. I spent a good 10 minutes in the shower just standing there, letting the water hit my back. After awhile of doing nothing but standing there, I finally but lazily, began to wash my self. Another 10 minutes passed and I stepped out of the shower wrapping the towel around myself. My clothes were still sitting on my bed, so I opened the bathroom door, steam pouring out of the bathroom and changed into the clothes I had laid out on my bed. I walked out of my room just as Dave was coming into the apartment with duffel bags.

"What's in those?" I asked, pointing at the bags he was carrying.

"Something I think you'll love" he replied, smiling.

He unzipped one of the bags and pulled out a fucking a RPG. I was shocked and surprised and pretty fucking happy.

"Where the fuck did you get that!" I yelled, taking the RPG away from him.

I held, in my hands, one of the first and still used by the Taliban Militia, rocket propelled explosive. I had one before but it was more of a modern model. It wasn't that impressive, but still I have been trying to get one like this for the longest time, ever since Dave shot D'Amico with the bazooka. I looked back to Dave, waiting for the abswer to the question I just asked.

"Well, if D'Amico is still trying to kill us, they're gonna have to try pretty fucking hard to NOT to get blown up the fuck up with that" Dave said, pointing at the RPG and winking.

I smiled at him and handed the weapon back tom him. I saw a couple more duffel bags on the floor beside the RPG bag.

"What else you got?" I asked, walking to another bag.

"Oh just an AR-15, Desert Eagle, a couple Balisongs and a Crossbow with explosive bolts" Dave listed.

"What! A crossbow with explosive bolts!"

"Yeah, I know a guy" He simply said and pulled out one explosive bolt.

"How does it work?" I asked.

"You push this button here", Dave pointed to a button on the side of the arrow, "And when the arrow exceeds 25 mph it will automatically trigger a pressure sensitive explosive" Dave explained.

"Cool"

Dave smiled and put the weapons back in the bag, finishing and walking to hide them. He came back a few minutes later and sat down on the couch.

"Hey Mindy" he called.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry...about last night" he apoligized.

I gave him a dirty look and said, "What are you gonna do about it".

His eyes went wide and he looked very uncomfortable. All I could do was smile and try my best to hold in my laughter at his reaction. OK maybe this might be as good as what I was originally planning to do. I love seeing him like this.

"You coming?" I asked, walking into my room.

"Um..Mindy?"

"Shh" I interupted, motioned for him with my finger, to follow into my room.

As soon as I knew I was out of his sight, I hid by the door. He walked in shortly after, still looking traumatized. His back was to me, so I jumped onto his back and yelled, "Boo!". Dave was so caught off gaurd he fell forward. I fell too and ended up straddeling his back. I triumphantly got up and kneeled down to him.

"Nobody scares me and gets away with it" I said and walked back into the living room, flipping my hair.

I'm still not done with him though, he still owes me for the car thing.