"What is wrong with you? Are you having hot flushes or something', or is it just your time of the month?," I stupidly asked.

Christians face turned red and he was so damned pissed but I see no reason for it. His breathing was controlled and his death grip on the steering wheel almost turns his knuckles to blue.

His car was an Aston Martin, 007's infamous ride. 'Damn!, How the rich lives. But, now is not the time to be admiring his car upholstery. Who does he think he is! 006 or somethin'. 'Geezus!'

"Umm, dork-head, would you mind easing on the pedal a bit, I don't fancy adding myself to 'car crash statistics'," she kiddingly said.

"Give me the fuckin phone?," Christian shouted at her without looking.

He is driving so fast in the middle of nowhere and with his mood it seems he doesn't mind joining the car crash statistics, but, she does.

"All this because of a fuckin' phone!," she shouted angrily.

She took out the phone from her bag. She angrily disassembled the phone and threw the parts one by one. The back cover, the battery, the skeletal phone all went flying at the back seat.

"There happy now butt-head! or would you rather prefer, being handed it down to you in a silver platter?!," she sarcastically asked.

He suddenly pulled the car over. To her amazement he started laughing. 'Duh!'. What's so funny. 'Crazy looney!'.

"Are you always this sarcastic-bitch?," he asks twirling my curly hair in his hand.

"Nope, sometimes I sleep dork-head!," she again sarcastically said. He laughed. She removed her glasses.

"You're so funny laundry girl!, how about we take a shot at being friends from now on?," he said smilingly. She stared at him unbelievably.

"How 'bout I take a shot of truth on your denial head. You-Me being anything' else, is next to never, got that dork-head!," she hissed. He laughed harder. 'Duh!'

"Sorry can't laugh with you. I forgot my purse of laughter at home when I went to school," she said. He wiped laugh tears from his eyes. What is wrong with this guy.

"Enough you are killin' me already," he said controlling his laughter.

He then let go of my hair. He looked at me in some bizarre-weirdness then lifted a necklace from his neck. He put it on me. My ring, he strung it on his necklace. 'Damn!' he even included a soap bar pendant studded with small stone shits...

'Geezus! are these fuckin' diamonds.

"If you loose that laundry girl, I'm gonna fucked-you- up without sarcasm," he whispered.