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Chap. 8

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Warning: This chapter isn't very funny... Not all chapters in a Humor story are going to be funny. We've gotta get serious sometimes.

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"I just called the repairman again, I offered to pay him triple if he'd come here straight away and he agreed. Less than ten minutes" Emma said.

"We'll still be here" I said.

I heard shouting in the background. "I've gotta go honey, Chase is... Chase! Don't do that-"

The line cut off, and I put my phone down next to me.

Mason put his head in my lap and I stroked his hair.

"You're turn to ask a question" he said, his brown eyes boring into mine.

"Do you like running?"

He raised his eyebrows and a smile formed on his lips. "Do I like running?"

"My turn to ask the question" I mocked, with a smile.

"Yes, I like running. What a dumb question."

I shrugged. "Sometimes parents force kids to do things."

He rolled his eyes. "My mom practically begs me not to run."

"Well it's your turn."

"Do you like dancing?"

I rolled my eyes. "Do I like dancing?"

"My turn to ask the question" he said, in his falsetto voice.

"I don't sound like that!"

He smiled.

"Yes, I like dancing. What a dumb question."

"Someone not so wise once told me that some parents force kids to-"

I slapped him. "You're a jerk."

He smiled even wider. "I know."

I felt the elevator move, and Mason quickly sat up. "Oh thank God" he muttered.

We reached the floor and I bolted out and into the arms of Cody.

Emma took Mason in her arms and led him to the kitchen.

"How was it" Carson asked, a smile on his face.

I ignored him, and turned to face Cody. "Oh my gosh Cody, I will never take that elevator again!"

"Really? You're gonna play that game" Carson demanded.

Cody rolled his eyes. "I'm not getting into the middle of your cat fight. Later." He walked into the living room.

I turned to go to the kitchen, but it was being blocked by Carson.

"What do you want" I demanded, crossing my arms.

"I'm sorry."

My mind went blank. That wasn't what I was expecting. "What" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Yeah, that's right, I'm sorry, okay?"

"For what" I challenged, finding my words again. He wasn't going to win that easily.

"For leaving you at home."

"And?"

He raised his eyebrows. "And?"

"How about for being a dick?"