Don’t Think

“Hi, Love.”
“You.” He grins.
“What’re you doing?” she asks.
“Not homework.” He closes the book.
“You’re my best friend right?”
“Of Course.”
“I need to ask you something.” Her voice sounds strange. The doorbell rings.
“Hold on.” He crosses the room. Turns the doorknob. She closes her phone. Meets his eyes.
“Run away with me.” She says evenly.
“The hell?” He’s still holding his phone.
“I quit my job.” Her pupils are dilated. “Cashed my savings and got on a plane.”
“Why are we running?”
“He proposed.”
“Where are we going?”
“India, I think. Or Africa.”
“I’ll go pack.”


~ by ifindthisamusing on July 31, 2008.

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