Letting Go

Saturday Plans

"Do you want some water?" Chris laughs.

"Yes, p-lease." I say in between hiccups.

Chris comes back from the kitchen with a glass of water in hand.

"Tha-nks."

"Tha-nks." This time it's Chris, and he was mocking me again.

"Sto-p." I glare at him.

"Sto-p." He bursts out into laughter.

"What are you, fi-ve?" I take a gulp of water.

"Maybe I am." 

I roll my eyes. 

He gets comfortable in his seat, but still continues to laugh at me.

I just decide to stop talking at all. It's no use talking sense into a five year old grown man.

After a while, my hiccups finally subdues.

"So, you're having a reunion this Saturday?" He asks out of the blue.

"What? How did you know?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"I might or might not have looked inside your phone."

"Chris! I told you not to!" I complain.

"Well, technically I saw the message before you told me." he shrugs.

"So, you're going, right?" he asks.

"No."

"Oh. Why?"

"I just. I don' t know. I don't feel like it." I avoid his gaze.

I lied.

"Oh, well that's good. I was afraid I would have to do all the packing and moving by myself." he talks with his mouth full.

"Woah, wait. I never said I was going to help you." I also talk with my mouth full.

"Well you are."

"Chris, you definitely need to work on asking someone first before you make a decision," I sigh.

"My motto is 'act first, ask later'" he reasons.

"That's a terrible motto." I scowl.

"So you're helping?"

I think about my plans on Saturday. And then I think, 'Why do I even bother, it's not even like I have a social life anyway.' And school work can wait until later.

"I guess I'll help. I mean, I have nothing else to do." I sigh.

He grins widely at me, ruffling my hair.

"You're the best, you know that?" Chris winks.

"Of course."

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<Saturday>

"And...turn left at that tree over there," Chris points in front of us.

We are currently driving to Chris's house to pick up the rest of his stuff. Correction: I'm driving and Chris is just ordering me around and pointing at everything like a queen bitch.

"No, not this tree, the tree next to the fire hydrant! The big one!" he wails.

"But you totally pointed at this one!" I yell back.

"Admit it, you're just a bad driver."

I'm offended.

"Okay, Chris. First of all, you need to calm your tits. Second, I'm the driver. Third, you need to be clearer with your directions. I can't tell which tree you're indicating when to me, you're waving your finger around like some magic wand."