I swear, sometimes I think I hang out with Chris just so I can whack his arm. I always suspected that I was a violent person at heart.
"Ouch Heather! You hit very hard." Chris scolded, rubbing his arm.
"Oh get over it you big baby. I didn't hit you that hard."
"No, but that must be the fifteenth time you've hit that spot on my arm." He was still rubbing his arm. I suppose he was right. That arm must be quite tender by now. I never got why people always said tender, the only thing I can think of that gets tender from being hit is steak. Why would they compare people to steak?
"Oh poor baby Chris," I bubbled, continuing on the big baby theme. "Shall I kiss it and make it better? Do you want a band aid?" I turned away from the window display I had been perusing and gave him a fake concerned look.
"Yes, I think you should kiss it and make it better." He said it in a joking tone, but his face and eyes were too serious. That was the downside to hanging out with Chris. Sometimes he said something when we joked around in a serious way that made it more like flirting, which I found to be uncomfortable. It wasn't that Chris was unattractive, though I'm sure I'd find that uncomfortable too because then I'd worry that someday I'd have to reject him, it was that he has a girlfriend. To be specific, he has a fiance who happens to be my sister. Why was I window shopping with my sister's fiance? Was I trying to steal him? No, don't go jumping to such ridiculous conclusions. Not only would I never do that, but I happen to be thoroughly and deeply in love with Dom. Dom is a fictional character from one of my favorite series'. Who needs a real man when you can have a fictional one? So anyway, I am window shopping with my sister's fiance because she happens to be in Hawaii for work and Chris happens to be my friend. Plus he says he needs help picking out something my sister, Fiona, will love. I believe him; last year he gave me soap. The poor boy needed as much help as he could get. Which gave me a bright idea!
"Chris!" I exclaimed, totally ignoring the direction the conversation had gone. "Let's call in reinforcements! You need as much help as you can get. Shall I call Ralphie and Tessa?" I named my two friends. I didn't know many of his friends, and I didn't know if they'd be any better at picking out presents than he was. "You should call some of your friends who give good presents too! We can make it a Christmas present shopping bananza." I beamed at him.
He gave me a strange look I couldn't decyfer before pulling out his phone as he nodded.
"I'll call my friends but I don't know how many of them will be able to make it."
"Ouch Heather! You hit very hard." Chris scolded, rubbing his arm.
"Oh get over it you big baby. I didn't hit you that hard."
"No, but that must be the fifteenth time you've hit that spot on my arm." He was still rubbing his arm. I suppose he was right. That arm must be quite tender by now. I never got why people always said tender, the only thing I can think of that gets tender from being hit is steak. Why would they compare people to steak?
"Oh poor baby Chris," I bubbled, continuing on the big baby theme. "Shall I kiss it and make it better? Do you want a band aid?" I turned away from the window display I had been perusing and gave him a fake concerned look.
"Yes, I think you should kiss it and make it better." He said it in a joking tone, but his face and eyes were too serious. That was the downside to hanging out with Chris. Sometimes he said something when we joked around in a serious way that made it more like flirting, which I found to be uncomfortable. It wasn't that Chris was unattractive, though I'm sure I'd find that uncomfortable too because then I'd worry that someday I'd have to reject him, it was that he has a girlfriend. To be specific, he has a fiance who happens to be my sister. Why was I window shopping with my sister's fiance? Was I trying to steal him? No, don't go jumping to such ridiculous conclusions. Not only would I never do that, but I happen to be thoroughly and deeply in love with Dom. Dom is a fictional character from one of my favorite series'. Who needs a real man when you can have a fictional one? So anyway, I am window shopping with my sister's fiance because she happens to be in Hawaii for work and Chris happens to be my friend. Plus he says he needs help picking out something my sister, Fiona, will love. I believe him; last year he gave me soap. The poor boy needed as much help as he could get. Which gave me a bright idea!
"Chris!" I exclaimed, totally ignoring the direction the conversation had gone. "Let's call in reinforcements! You need as much help as you can get. Shall I call Ralphie and Tessa?" I named my two friends. I didn't know many of his friends, and I didn't know if they'd be any better at picking out presents than he was. "You should call some of your friends who give good presents too! We can make it a Christmas present shopping bananza." I beamed at him.
He gave me a strange look I couldn't decyfer before pulling out his phone as he nodded.
"I'll call my friends but I don't know how many of them will be able to make it."
