"ANDY! Get your ass back here!" I shouted. "Come and get me!" He yelled back. "I'm wearing flip-flops you asshole!" I screamed, trying not to laugh. "SOUNDS LIKE YOUR PROBLEM!" He returned, along with the middle finger. "OH YOU GET IT NOW!" I yelled, sliding my shoes off. I ran after him full speed. "OH FUCK!" I heard him say before he turned and ran. He was fast, but I was faster. He knew it too. I ranked second on my track team in highschool. He veered left, right through the rocks. I stopped where the grass ended. "COME BACK! I HATE YOU!" I screamed. He stopped, and turned. "Don't say that." He said, seriously. "Say what? I do!" I said, pouting. He walked over to me and stood in front of me. "Don't say you hate me. I was just joking." He said. "So was I. I don't hate you." I said, and smiled. He didn't return it. "Andy, what's wrong?" I asked. "Don't joke like that." He said. "I'm sorry. I didn't know-" "It's okay." He said, then started walking back to where we started. Where my shoes still lay in the grass. I followed him, feeling really confused. He bent over and handed me my shoes. I slipped them on, and he started to walk away. I grabbed his arm and stopped him. "Sorry." He said. "Where did that come from?" I asked. He just shrugged. "Andy!" I demanded. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "I just don't think people should joke with a word like hate, okay?" He said. "Okay." I answered. He took a few steps closer and hugged me. I felt him smell my hair, and smiled. He kissed the top of my head, and then let go of me. "I love you." He said. "I love you too." I told him. He smiled, and took my hand as we walked back to his car. I think we both had enough of the park that day. We got to his car, and the passanger door was stuck closed again. "ANDY!" I whined, pulling the handle. He laughed, then kicked the door handle. "Now try." He said. This time the door opened when I pulled up on the handle. I laughed. "You need a new car." I said. "I love this baby!" He told me. "Most people fix up cars like this." I told him. It was an old CRX, and it looked like shit. "I like her how she is." He said, and started the engine. "Weirdo." I said, and he laughed. We drove to sonic so I could get a Pinapple shake, and he could get a huge Vanilla Coke. Then we drove for a long time, just enjoying music, and talking. That was the last good summer I remember.
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"ANDY! Get your ass back here!" I shouted.
"Come and get me!" He yelled back.
"I'm wearing flip-flops you asshole!" I screamed, trying not to laugh.
"SOUNDS LIKE YOUR PROBLEM!" He returned, along with the middle finger.
"OH YOU GET IT NOW!" I yelled, sliding my shoes off. I ran after him full speed.
"OH FUCK!" I heard him say before he turned and ran. He was fast, but I was faster. He knew it too. I ranked second on my track team in highschool.
He veered left, right through the rocks. I stopped where the grass ended.
"COME BACK! I HATE YOU!" I screamed. He stopped, and turned.
"Don't say that." He said, seriously.
"Say what? I do!" I said, pouting. He walked over to me and stood in front of me.
"Don't say you hate me. I was just joking." He said.
"So was I. I don't hate you." I said, and smiled. He didn't return it.
"Andy, what's wrong?" I asked.
"Don't joke like that." He said.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know-"
"It's okay." He said, then started walking back to where we started. Where my shoes still lay in the grass. I followed him, feeling really confused.
He bent over and handed me my shoes. I slipped them on, and he started to walk away. I grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"Sorry." He said.
"Where did that come from?" I asked. He just shrugged.
"Andy!" I demanded. He sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I just don't think people should joke with a word like hate, okay?" He said.
"Okay." I answered. He took a few steps closer and hugged me. I felt him smell my hair, and smiled. He kissed the top of my head, and then let go of me.
"I love you." He said.
"I love you too." I told him. He smiled, and took my hand as we walked back to his car. I think we both had enough of the park that day.
We got to his car, and the passanger door was stuck closed again.
"ANDY!" I whined, pulling the handle. He laughed, then kicked the door handle.
"Now try." He said. This time the door opened when I pulled up on the handle. I laughed.
"You need a new car." I said.
"I love this baby!" He told me.
"Most people fix up cars like this." I told him. It was an old CRX, and it looked like shit.
"I like her how she is." He said, and started the engine.
"Weirdo." I said, and he laughed. We drove to sonic so I could get a Pinapple shake, and he could get a huge Vanilla Coke. Then we drove for a long time, just enjoying music, and talking.
That was the last good summer I remember.
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