Wednesday, March 23, 2011


"You know it's true." She settled back into her chair, watching him with a small smirk on her face. He didn't notice as he paced the room.

"No. No it's not. You're just being ridiculous." His speed picked up and he started walking in circles rather than just pacing behind the couch.

"Mmhmm. It's true." His glare shot her way and she ducked her head, hiding her growing smile.

She waited in silence as he growled to himself, his fingers running through his hair. He always did that when he was upset or frustrated. When he finally pulled his hands away, his hair stuck straight up. She shook her head.

"You should really stop using hair gel. You're too excitable and you always end up with crazy styles." She smiled sweetly as he turned on her.

"YOU should stop trying to aggravate me." His voice was rough, gravelly. That also usually happened when he got too worked up.

'This is too much fun,' she thought, suppressing another smirk.

"It's not my fault you're wrong." She met his newest glare.

"I'm not wrong! It's not true!"

"You're just in denial. There's plenty of evidence on the internet. Just look it up."

"I'll prove it to you!"


He thought for a solid minute before giving her a smile of triumph. "We'll go to Jason's. He has Betty Lou."

"You got a deal. And when it's proven that I'm right and you're wrong?"

"I'll buy you Taco Bell for a week."

"Deal." She loved Taco Bell. Entirely too much, sometimes.

They hopped in his car and he drove to Jason's. She held tightly to the door handle. He drove too fast when he was upset.

They hopped out of the car together and raced each other to the door. Jason answered on the first ding of the doorbell. The two pushed into the house.

"Where's Betty Lou?" the young man cried.

Jason, taken aback at the rude entrance, said nothing.

The girl cleared her throat, drawing their attention. She held a treat above the Saint Bernard's head. Too lazy to get up and go after it, Betty Lou had just followed it with her eyes, which were now nearly rolled back into her head trying to see the yummy goodness in the girl's hand.

A triumphant grin spread across the woman's features. The man stood for several moments in shock and defeat, his entire belief system destroyed in a second. He growled angrily and stormed out the door, back to his car.

The woman leaned down to pet Betty Lou, handing her the treat. She paused at Jason's questioning looks and said, "I told him dog's could look up. Now he owes me Taco Bell for a week."

She pranced out the door, high on the swell of victory. "You owe me a chalupa!" she shouted as she walked back to the car.

1 comment:

  1. Loved this! Excellent. I love your writing. beautifully understated.


    and yes, dogs can look up... plenty of photos on my blog of my dog looking up :)


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