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“So, we need to get to our vet as soon as possible?” Kade butts in. As usual.
“Yes, she needs to get her vaccines done,” the secretary says.
“We’re going to have to drive back tonight, then,” I say to no one specific. The secretary probably doesn’t care and I know Kade just isn’t listening. To my surprise, though, he looks up into my eyes and nods. He pays the secretary then grabs his keys and heads out the door. I trail behind him and Terance. He comes around to the passenger side and opens the door for me.
“Oh, no, you don’t have to be that kind of guy,” I say.
“Just because we aren’t on a date or anything doesn’t mean I can’t open the door for you,” he responds.
“Yeah, but even when I go on dates, I don’t like it when guys open my door for me,” I say back.
“What? Shouldn’t it be the opposite?”
“There’s no ‘should’ in life. I just don’t like when they open the door for me. It makes me feel like the guy doesn’t know me at all. I mean, if I’m dating him we should be good friends too, therefore they shouldn’t open the door for me. It also makes me nervous if a guy opens the door for me – like I should still cross my legs like a true lady, even if I’m in jeans,” I say.
He chuckles. “Alright,” he says as he slams the car door closed, before I even get in. I am absolutely shocked as he walks around to his side of the car. He shrugs as if he were saying “you wanted it this way.” I laugh then open my own car door and get into the passenger seat. Terance and Car hop in the back seat as Kade puts the keys in the ignition. We sit there for a couple minutes, staring out the front window with the car running in the parking space.
He finally sighs and asks, “What are we going to do?” He runs a finger through his hair, the way he always does when he’s thinking about something.
I shrug. “I have no idea.” I put my elbow on the door and lean my head against my hand.
“How are we going to tell your parents?” He looks at me from the driver’s seat.
I giggle. “You’re making it sound like you got me pregnant.”
“They might believe that. I mean, if my dog got your dog pregnant why wouldn’t they be curious about the thought of me getting you pregnant,” he says. Whoa, okay too many “pregnants” in that sentence for me to handle.
“In your dreams,” I say.
“Nah, I wouldn’t get a girl pregnant. I would just be smart if I wanted to have sex with her,” he says then winks.
“In your dreams,” I say. Never. Going. To. Happen.
“I don’t dream, babe,” he says then puts the car in reverse and heads to the freeway.
“Wait, we should just start driving home right now and call my mom,” I say.
“Are you crazy? You and me drive through the night? All we have is a couple hundred bucks between the two of us, one very pregnant dog, and no change of clothes or anything.”
“So? We’ll sleep in the back of the truck, no not like that, when we get tired. Let Car out to go to the bathroom whenever we stop for gas, and have my parents pack up and be out of the cabin in the morning,” I reply.
“You’re crazy,” he says. But sure enough, he doesn’t take the freeway north; he takes the freeway south. I smile at him, turn on my seat-heater so my butt doesn’t get cold, and prepare for the unexpected twenty-two hour drive back
“So, we need to get to our vet as soon as possible?” Kade butts in. As usual.
“Yes, she needs to get her vaccines done,” the secretary says.
“We’re going to have to drive back tonight, then,” I say to no one specific. The secretary probably doesn’t care and I know Kade just isn’t listening. To my surprise, though, he looks up into my eyes and nods. He pays the secretary then grabs his keys and heads out the door. I trail behind him and Terance. He comes around to the passenger side and opens the door for me.
“Oh, no, you don’t have to be that kind of guy,” I say.
“Just because we aren’t on a date or anything doesn’t mean I can’t open the door for you,” he responds.
“Yeah, but even when I go on dates, I don’t like it when guys open my door for me,” I say back.
“What? Shouldn’t it be the opposite?”
“There’s no ‘should’ in life. I just don’t like when they open the door for me. It makes me feel like the guy doesn’t know me at all. I mean, if I’m dating him we should be good friends too, therefore they shouldn’t open the door for me. It also makes me nervous if a guy opens the door for me – like I should still cross my legs like a true lady, even if I’m in jeans,” I say.
He chuckles. “Alright,” he says as he slams the car door closed, before I even get in. I am absolutely shocked as he walks around to his side of the car. He shrugs as if he were saying “you wanted it this way.” I laugh then open my own car door and get into the passenger seat. Terance and Car hop in the back seat as Kade puts the keys in the ignition. We sit there for a couple minutes, staring out the front window with the car running in the parking space.
He finally sighs and asks, “What are we going to do?” He runs a finger through his hair, the way he always does when he’s thinking about something.
I shrug. “I have no idea.” I put my elbow on the door and lean my head against my hand.
“How are we going to tell your parents?” He looks at me from the driver’s seat.
I giggle. “You’re making it sound like you got me pregnant.”
“They might believe that. I mean, if my dog got your dog pregnant why wouldn’t they be curious about the thought of me getting you pregnant,” he says. Whoa, okay too many “pregnants” in that sentence for me to handle.
“In your dreams,” I say.
“Nah, I wouldn’t get a girl pregnant. I would just be smart if I wanted to have sex with her,” he says then winks.
“In your dreams,” I say. Never. Going. To. Happen.
“I don’t dream, babe,” he says then puts the car in reverse and heads to the freeway.
“Wait, we should just start driving home right now and call my mom,” I say.
“Are you crazy? You and me drive through the night? All we have is a couple hundred bucks between the two of us, one very pregnant dog, and no change of clothes or anything.”
“So? We’ll sleep in the back of the truck, no not like that, when we get tired. Let Car out to go to the bathroom whenever we stop for gas, and have my parents pack up and be out of the cabin in the morning,” I reply.
“You’re crazy,” he says. But sure enough, he doesn’t take the freeway north; he takes the freeway south. I smile at him, turn on my seat-heater so my butt doesn’t get cold, and prepare for the unexpected twenty-two hour drive back
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