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"A beautiful story about two young hearts merged together to save a dying one..."
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11|ℬᎾℳᎯ
IT STINGS. I shouldn't have come out today, it has all gone wrong the moment I did. First, there was the weirdness that I asked how his mom had the car and then there was Quincy and his troupe, and now this.
Chinny's presence didn't even help. I shouldn't have called her, or maybe Chinny wasn't even the problem. The problem was that I nearly told him, but he guessed it,then I freaked out, got mad at him, and I'm the one lying. That's the thing with lies. You feel like everyone knows you're lying.
We drop Chinny off, she mouths 'bye', I wave at her. She waves Ivan and we head towards my house. Listening to Kofi talk to callers on the radio stretches the silence even more. Now I know what Chinny's shillingidingins is: it's the weirdness that exists in this car. The space between us. Not speaking, not moving, just sitting and wondering where it went wrong.
He doesn't drive in when we get home. I get out and start walking to the gate. I glance back to see what he's doing and he wears a stern pout on angry brows. I roll my eyes and push open the gate before I do something I'll regret. That something being telling him the truth.
Mom is sitting out front, sipping juice and typing away at her laptop. I can see she has questions. I know she has a few guesses as to what went wrong, I also know they're all incorrect.
"Good afternoon, Mom." I stand beside her.
"Good afternoon, ma," he greets with a shallow smile.
"Hmmm," she laughs. Clapping and shaking her head like she expected something to go wrong.
Of course she finds it funny.
"This one both of you are looking like someone snatched your meat, what happened?" she asks.
"Nothing. We're fine." I chip in before Ivan starts explaining.
She has her brows raised; she's saving this talk for later.
He looks at me with pleading eyes. "I'm okay, ma. There's no problem I just had to bring her back."
We're both standing there, frowning. Mom mutters something I don't understand.
Why don't I just tell him? Worse case scenario, he doesn't ever come back. But I don't want that, what do I want then?
"I'm sorry," he says.
It wasn't his fault today went sour, but I can't tell him. Saying 'sorry it wasn't your fault' will lead to 'you're right, I'm dying' and I'm not telling him that. I turn around and walk into the house.
