Chapter 6
Ren:
Don't pick up, don't pick up, don'tpickup- "Hello?" a voice on the other line said. Oh fuck.
"Ian," I sighed, not even pretending to sound enthusiastic.
"Oh, hey Ren." I guess that I didn't need to sound enthusiastic, he sounded excited enough for the both of us.
"Dominique wants us to head out to diner. You two in?" Please say no, please say no...
"Oh, sure. We'll meet you two down in the lobby around eight, okay?"
Dammit! "Yeah, bye."
"Alright, great. See you then," he said and then hung up the phone.
I turned and limped back out to where Dominique was still sitting. "I am so going to kill you."
She laughed. "Well you agreed to it."
I scowled at her. "You blackmailed me into it using the 'puppy-dog eyes'!"
She gasped. "I did not use the puppy-dog eyes!"
"How do you know? Could you see your eyes?" Something that I had to admit that this was one of the weirdest arguments that we have ever had, I was glad to know that I seemed to be winning.
She paused. "Well... no, but still!"
"Well then, we have to go by what I say, and I say that you did." I saw her open her mouth and I cut her off before she could continue. "Anyway, we are going to meet them at eight."
She laughed. "Oh, okay, no problem... wait!" she yelled suddenly causing me to jump and put a little too much weight on my bad ankle.
"What?"
"Crap, I don't have anything to wear!" She ran back into the room and grabbed her purse and started to put her shoes on. "Okay, we've got to go shopping, like now."
"Aw hell," I groaned, I really didn't like shopping.
She smiled at me and I repressed a shiver. "Your getting something too, by the way," she murmured almost absently as she dug through her purse and pulling out credit cards. "Ah, my babies," she sighed.
"Sad," I shook my head, smiling at how ridiculous she looked, "very, very sad."
She reached over and through the closest thing near her at me, luckily it was a tissue box. "Shut up," she laughed.
I dodged it and smirked at her. "Not my fault that you are a little wrong in the head."
She glared at me. "I am not wrong in the head," she said and then before I could move, she tackled me onto the bed.
"Ow!" I yelled in pain, "handicapped here!"
She laughed. "Sorry, but I had to," she spit some hair out or her mouth and smiled down at me.
"Uh-huh, can I get up now?"
The smile grew even bigger. "Maybe," she dragged out the word like a child would do when they want to show you something important. "Are you going to bitch and moan the entire time that we're shopping? If so, I'll even wrap up your ankle for you, considering neither you nor Ian knows how to do that."
Wrapping my ankle sounded so good. "How about the handicap goes with the option that doesn't hurt her."
She raised an eyebrow. "And that option would be?"
"Resting. I don't care what you get me, but please, please, let me stay here."
She smiled. "Okay," she said cheerfully and then let me up so that she could go get the wrapping that I had forced her to pick up on the way back to the hotel that morning.
