"So.. Lucas is a pretty interesting character." Colin blurted out after a moment's silence.
"You say it in a bad way." I laughed, nudging his arm with my elbow, gaining a laugh from him.
"Not in a bad way," he laughed, "he's just... interesting." I could tell that he said the last part mostly to himself.
"I could say the same about Brooke."
"Yeah?"
"Uh huh."
"Tell you what."
"Tell me what?"
"Let's play a game." He challenged.
"I'm always up for a good game." I accepted.
"Okay.. let's play like we don't know each other, right?" I nodded, "We're just strangers who're talking right now. We happen to notice each other's... significant other, and we have to point out what seems wrong. There are no rules. You can be as harsh or as soft as you like."
"Me first!" I exclaimed quickly.
"Alright," he laughed, "what don't you like about Brooke, stranger?"
"Okay, Stranger. I don't like that she's not your type."
"Oh?" He said, a little shock to his tone.
"Mhm. Would you like for me to tell you why?"
He shrugged, "Please."
"First of all, she's blonde, you're blonde. They don't mix well. You need a brunette, if anything. Second, she's too.. skinny. I mean, I know that skinny is good, but she's too skinny. She looks emancipated, not literally, but figuratively." I heard his chuckle sound throughout the silent air. It was a quiet, cold night. The perfect time for a walk. "Thirdly, she's not nice-"
"What are you. Two?" He snorted, "She's not nice? Come on, be stronger than that." He stated, a firmness in his voice that sounded challenging in my ears.
"Okay.. fine. She's a major bitch. She's like bitch city. Her voice sounds like a dying whale. Her vocabulary is too.. minüte, for your brain I mean. I have absolutely no idea how you put up with her. She's rude, snobby, mean, and she's too touchy touchy. She is a horrible conversater. I don't like her style. She's too flashy for you. You need a mellow, tamed person. Fourthly, can I ask a question?"
"There are no rules." He reminded, laughing from my confession of her.
"Does she like Superman or Batman?"
"Um.. Superman, I wanna say."
"See," I clasped my hands together, "red flag. Red flag warning, and you didn't even pay attention to it. She'd rather go for a man with supernatural powers, than a man dressed in tights and using his own strength. I hate her. I hate her, and I don't even know her."
By the time I was finished, he was clutching his stomach with laughter. He had that infectious laugh; a laugh that you couldn't help but laugh along with after hearing it. I missed seeing him this happy. The last days that I spent with him were terrible. Full of sulking and grief. I tried everything to get him back like this, yet nothing worked.
"Okay, okay.. my turn." He said, his laughter finally dying down.
"Hit me with your worst."
"Honestly?" He suddenly asked serious.
I nodded, "Of course."
"I don't see anything wrong with him." He shrugged, stuffing his hand in his pockets.
