If Its True

III.

"Are you gonna speak to me or just sit there playing with your ice cream?"

I looked up from my hot fudge sundae to see Nikki across from me already done with her chocolate shake. We've already been here for 15 minutes and haven't said much more to each other, except for fighting on who would pay for the ice cream. Nikki had reluctantly backed down, but not with out one hell of a fight.

"Yeah. Sorry. It's just, I don't know you very well. I only 'met' you yesterday after I ran you over. Not too sure what to say."

"What's your favorite color?"

What? Who asks a question like tha...

"Purple."

Why did I just answer her. Damnit.

"Purple huh? What's so nice about the color purple?"

Upon realizing that she wasn't gonna let this color question go, I figured answering her might be the best thing to do.

"It's warm. Inviting. It's been my favorite color for as long as I can remember."

"My favorite color is black. Like my soul."

Jesus Christ this girl's a freak.

"I'm just kidding!" She pleaded as she said through the biggest smile with a chuckle that I probably shouldn't have thought cute. I did though. Not good. I couldn't even think about a response before I was laughing uncontrollably. Maybe she isn't crazy. She's just unique.

"Nikki. Is that short for anything?"

"Nicole. But I don't like people calling me Nicole. My dad used to call me Nicole."

"Used to?" I immediately regretted asking that question. The cute smile quickly faded into an ice cold stare into her milkshake glass. "I'm sorry I didn't mean t..."

"Don't apologize. I'll tell you. But not now." Her smile was back now as she grabbed my arm and reassured me that she wasn't upset.

"Okay Nikki. You want another milkshake?" I asked invitingly.

"No I'm on a diet. It started 30 seconds ago."

Man. No matter how interesting this girl was, she definitely was a little crazy. But it's okay. She doesn't know yet. She doesn't know that she's not the only one.