Just Friends- Pho and Borat

So, hopefully you remember me, I'm Alex Kelly. Let me recap what's been going on so far.

Came to Berkeley, got drunk, got my headphones stolen by David and what's his name.

So, since the drunken night Summer Marissa and I are inseparable, I've been with them everywhere and anywhere. I've gone to Church with Summer, I've gone and gotten groceries with Marissa, but my favorite thing I've done so far, is go to the movies with Marissa. It was a totally random day that we shared.

Here I am, doing the college thing…doing laundry and refusing to do my homework. Who needs psychology anyway? I know I don't, just because I want to be a psychology major doesn't mean I have to go to class right? I thought so. I just loaded a bunch of my "unmentionables" when I am startled by the sounds of David Bowie and Freddie Mercury singing the best song ever, next to No Doubt that is, "Under Pressure", for a second I want to just sit there and dance to their voices but then I remember that my phone is ringing not for my entertainment but to alert me that someone is calling. I check the caller I.D. and see M-Dizzle, which of course is Marissa.

"Hello?"

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"My laundry. You?"

"Just sitting at home. I have today off."

"That's cool, so what did you need?"

"Just wanted to see if you wanted to go out to Lunch."

"Who's paying?"

"Haha, I am, payback for last week."

Last week, I lent her money for some groceries.

"You don't have to pay me back, I don't lend stuff out to friends and then expect immediate repayment."

"I'm not doing this because I have to. Plus, you got something better to do?"

"Well…no."

"Okay well be ready in half an hour."

"I'm doing laundry."

"Well tell it to Hurry up, I'll be there in half an hour."

With that she suddenly hung up the phone I could only see the call ended screen. I couldn't hide my smile as I got ready so quickly I almost hurt myself. As promised, half hour later she rings me.

"Walk outside."

That apparently is our codeword for 'I have arrived, could you please begin to make your way outside.'

When I reached her monster truck and climbed in she began driving toward the restraint/entertainment part of town.

"So, I want Pho."

"Um, what's that?"

"Vietnamese food."

"Oh, well I've never had it so sure."

"Alright, well you better like it."
"I've never had Vietnamese food but I usually like everything."

"Well you better like it or I'll feel bad."

"I'll do my best."

Believe it or not by the time we finished our small conversation we had arrived at our destination and parked.

We sat down at the small Vietnamese restraint where Marissa had to take over the ordering since I had no clue what was going on.

They brought us our first plate.

"Looks like a penis with weird vegetables in it."
"What kinds of scary penises have you been looking at?"

"Well looking at this, I'm glad I'll never have one."

I love making her laugh, it's my new favorite thing.

"So, what do you wanna do after this?" She almost shyly asks.

"You're not sick of me yet?"

"Honestly I don't think I could ever get sick of you, I mean we're so different that it works."
If I could blush I would be instead of telling her I felt the same something different came out of my mouth.

"Aw, you're gonna make me cry, wish I could say the same for you."

Naturally she throws a noodle at me and thus begins a noodle fight that earns us dirty looks for the waiter.

"So, do you wanna do something after this?"

"I've been wanting to see Borat for a while. But now that I've fed you I'm not sure."

A part of me knows she's joking but the rest of me is terrified of not being with her.

"I'll pay." I blurt out before the rest of my mind has real time to think.

"Alright, sounds good."

It's mightily convenient that the movie theatre is by where we are currently. The next movie doesn't start for a half an hour. We purchase the tickets and just look at each other.

"What are we gonna do for a half hour?"

"Can we go back to my room so I can finish the laundry. It'll only take a minute."

She agrees and we make our way back to my dorm.

We stand in front of the permit machine and try to pay for a half hour.

"It's not working."

"Well we'll just be gone for like 5 minutes, nothing will happen."

Those are her fateful words.

The walk to my place is back and uneventful, but when we get back to her truck we see a pink slip on it. She also turns pink. It's a 25 dollar ticket, granted it's not much but still. She goes on a crazy rave and we end up at the parking office disputing the ticket. They inform her to take it up online and we grudgingly leave. The ride back to the movie theatre is filled with her ranting and raving about this and that.

I pay for the tickets and meet her inside.

"Do you want anything?" I ask politely, see I'm a gentleman.

"I don't know."

"Can I have an Icee, half Cherry, half Blueberry."

"I want an Icee too, all Cherry."

We paid and found our seats. We had our legs up on the seats when I noticed what she was wearing on her feet.

"You have slippers on?"

She turned Cherry red.

"Yeah, but they kinda look like real ones." Her explanation falls by the waist side since I'm already too far gone to stop laughing. Once we both settle down, a thought pops into my head.

"Awe, we're on a 'day-date'."
"Dangit…sorry Lex but I guess we're Just Friends."

We had just seen that movie the other night so the thought still stuck into our head. Once the movie began there was more of me teasing her about her slippers than actually watching the movie.

"That movie was alright."

"I guess, parts were funny."

"Guess I gotta drive you home now."

"Yeah, that would probably be a good idea."

When we arrive, I jump out of her truck, because it's way too tall for me.

"Alright well I'll see you later."

"Yeah, don't worry, Summer's gonna pick you up after you get off work."

We both laugh as she drives away and I walk back to my room. Today was a good day.

AN- Sorry for the delayed chapter but I had a severe case of sloth. Let me know what you think, I should be wrapping this up in a few chapters, but who knows. Again, revue…its my lifes blood.