All That I've Got

"So...can I ask you a question without having you jump out of the car?"
I rolled my eyes.
"I'll take that as a yes then." he paused, "What are we gonna do?"
I laughed. I couldn't help it. This was so not what I was expecting!
"Well, we could watch a movie, I guess, or listen to music?"
"Oooooh, what kind of movie?"
"Um...whatever you want? I own just about everything."
"VHS or DVD?"
"Uh...both. Depends on the movie."
He smirked, "Harry Potter?"
"One through five."
"Disney movies?"
"Only the good ones."
"There are good ones?"
"The old ones, duh!"
"Okay, like what?"
"The classics! Lion King, Pocahontas...17 Again...."
"You're kidding me! Zac Efron? I thought you were cooler than that!"
"I am! I went to see it with my cousins up in New Hampshire. It was funny....and they had my car!"
"Your car? What happened to your Mustang?"
"Oh, haha. I mean my dream car. Believe me, it will be mine. A gorgeous yellow Porsche 911 Turbo Cabriolet. Stop laughing at me!"
"I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at your car."
I gasped in mock horror, "How dare you! What is wrong with my car? Nobody insults my baby and gets away with it!"
"I would rather have an old Mustang."
"Well, yeah, but they're so...common. Not that I don't love mine, but come on. I mean, how many Porsche's do you see every day?"
"You have a point...and Porsche's are foreign. What would you get if you couldn't have that?"
"Easy - a midnight blue Saleen S-7."
He shook his head, "You are one sad, strange little girl."
"I am not a little girl!"

We're back at my house, and we just finished watching the last Harry Potter. Blake is choosing another movie to watch, and I'm sitting on my bed.
He looks contemplative, and I laugh a little. He's been looking through my movies for almost ten minutes already.
"What?" he asks me, looking up, "What's so funny ?"
"You're taking forever! Just pick a freaking movie already!"
"Hey! Language, missy!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Pick a fucking movie already! Better?"
He feigned shock and disapproval.
"Yeah, much better. Real lady-like Lennox."
"Whoa! No need to use surnames!"
Blake just laughed.
"Here," he says, handing me an old VHS, "I picked one."
"What, you can't put it in the VCR yourself?"
I smirked, and, as I went to stand up, he pounced on me, tickling me until I couldn't breathe.
"Blake, stop it! I'm serious! I can't breathe, I mean it!"
He let me go, both of us gasping for air.
I collapsed back onto my bed. He collapsed next to me, and I tried to whack him. I missed.
"Hey, be nice, or I might not come over anymore!"
"Fine, remind me to be really mean later, then."
"What are you saying? You don't want me here?"
He stood up as if to leave.
"No!" I grabbed him around the waist, and he stumbled...falling...right on top of me.
Um...awkward?
We both lie there...staring at each other, breathing heavy.
It was weird, and I didn't like it. I don't do weird well.
"Uhm...I should...um...the video."
I waved it a little to get his attention.
"Oh, right...yeah."
He got up, and offered me his hand...which I ignored. Like the sweet little lady I apparently am.

It was almost midnight and we were still up laughing. There was music blasting in the background, and we were dancing around like morons. I blame Blake. He made me. No jokes, he grabbed me and started spinning me around until I got dizzy and almost fell.
He is so mean to me.
We stopped dancing, both of us laughing hysterically. I clutched my stomach, cramping up from lack of oxygen.
When we finally stopped dying of laughter, and sat down, we were knocked out. Instantly.
Fun times.