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34° Going Under

Ricky plopped down in the chair across from us, pointing at me. "You-"

"Me?" I asked, interrupting him.

"Yes you."

"Why me?"

"Because."

"But what about Mikey?" I asked.

He hit his forehead with his hand. "No, you, Chris. You need t-"

"Why me?"

"You'd know why if you would just let me speak."

"Oh. Okay."

"Okay, so, tonight I have to take you there so they can video tape your statement on what happened. They'll play the video tomorrow, but you won't have to speak anymore after tonight. You just have to be there." He told me.

"But is there still gonna be lots of people?"

"No. It'll be me, and like 3 or 4 others."

I hugged Mikey's arm. "What 'bout him."

"I can't go, kitten."

"Why not?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Because they don't need me there."

"Well, why is Rick gonna be there but not you?"

"Ricky is defending you. He's a glorified lawyer. He's able to be there, whereas I'm just a case worker." He told me.

"Oh."

He kissed my head. "It'll be fine."

Ricky reached over and took one of Mikey's wings.

"Hey!" He said.

"You weren't eating them."

I giggled.

"I was going to!"

"Oh hush." He said.

I took one off of my plate and offered it to Mikey. He kissed my head. "I'm not really mad. I'm just playing. Keep your food."

I took a bite out of my wing, smiling at the taste. Yummy. "Mikey?"

"Mmm?"

"Can we go home now? I'm all full." I said.

"Yeah, we can go home. We just have to get the check."

"Okay. Can I have your phone now?"

He nodded, handing it to me.

Ricky stood up. "I better head back now. I'll come pick you up later, Chris."

"Okay." I said, focusing on my game.

"And Mike, we need to talk later."

"Okay?"

~~~~~

We walked through the door, Bubbles immediately running up to me. I giggled and pet him. "Hi, Bubbles!"

I picked him up, hugging him and kissing his head.

"Come on and let me fix your makeup for you."

"Otay." I put Bubbles down. "Stay Bubbles."

He laid down, licking his paws. I smiled, following after Mikey. I sat down with him and he pulled out his makeup. He ran the brush over my eye, fixing what got messed up. "Mikey?"

"Mmm?"

"Do you love me?"

"I do. I love you lots." He told me.