Worlds Apart

Chapter 8

When I enter the front lawn, I kick the dirt. I just do it. Some of the soil pieces fly off and I catch an ant moving. I slam it under my converse-Squishing everything inside it-the lungs, the liver, the heart...

"Cruel," whispers Sahir behind me. He scares me, but I'm not scared like I was before. The feature of getting scared has already erased from me. If death was gonna come, then I'd be happy if it were now, so that I wouldn't have to worry about anyone.

"Let's go somewhere far from here," I say.

"Airport?" Sahir laughs.

"To Tiger," I don't know how but his name just slips from my mouth. I rub the back of my neck and look back in disgust. "I didn't mean that," I add.

Sahir starts pedaling and my bicycle follows behind. I have some spare change in my back pocket, so we both go to McDonalds.

"Can I have a dipped cone along with side fries? Sahir what do you want?.....Make that two please. Thanks!" the cashier seems really nice and it gives me a positive thought.

"How's your day?"she asks politely.

I just smile, "Fine. Actually...nevermind."

She looks up from behind the counter. "Lovely. You can take a seat and your order will be served.

I shake my head, "I'm willing to wait."

"That's great! That'll be 8 dollars and 60 cents," she winks.

I put my hand in my pocket reaching for the money, but Sahir holds me back, "You chose what to get, so can I pay?"

I shrug, "As long as my money's with me."

The woman laughs, "Cute couple. I can already see the future."

Sahir runs his fingers along his hair. I raise my eyebrow. "Friends. Just friends."

"Nah. She's not my type," Sahir blushes.

The woman hands us our meal and we sit down by the nearest table to the window. We don't want anyone to steal our bikes while we eat. We keep our eyes outside. Sahir kicks my leg from the table, but I just lick my cone. After his failure he starts making strange noises, while my tongue goes in and out.

"Knock it off," I mumble. "I'm worried about Tiger."

"Why are you so worried? He's fit and fat and shooting for Baaghi," he smirks.
"Won't you ask me why I called you here?"

"Sure. I don't care," I determine.

He wipes his icecream mustache, "What if it's related to Tiger?"

I jump at the sound. Sahir barely talks about Tiger. He doesn't even like the person, forget the name. "TELLL MEE!!!!" I yell.

"Haha! Not so fast. There's a condition," he snickers.

"As long as the condition is appropriate," I gulp my fries.

"A kiss. That's the condition."

"What the? Are you...Do you really.....Ughhh!!!Fine," I give up. I walk up to his side of the table. And lay my lips on his cheeks. That's a weird way to put it.

"If that's what you call a kiss, then can I at least have a hug?" he raises his hands in the air.

I hug him tight, feeling his abs. Wait...he has abs? He almost wraps his arms around me so I back off.

"That's it," I command.

He brushes his hands with mine and hands me a piece of paper. When I look down, it's a ticket-A ticket to Tiger's concert. The time stops there and I let the ticket swim in my hands.