Zara stared at me with such a glare in her eye you'd think she would of been doing something really bad. However, that just wasn't the case.
She fiddled with the disk in her hands, looking from me to the CD in her hands and back to me.
"Choice of destruction?" she asked, pacing the kitchen in slow circles.
I smiled, knowing that this was a bad idea and we shouldn't be doing this.
"Microwave," I laughed, as she stopped and looked at me.
"You realize there's an eighty percent chance we'll blow up the house, right?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Who cares?" I shrugged, as she laughed along with me. "That's what I like to hear," she smirked, as she handed me the CD. In purple marker, written on the CD, it read:
friday, i'm in love, my ass
I chuckled, that was my Zara for you. She had put the song Friday, I'm in love by the Cure twelve times on the CD, don't ask me why she picked twelve. Anyway, she put it twelve times on the CD, no other songs. We were going to destroy that CD, so we never had to deal with Friday, I'm in love again.
"Would you like to do the honors?" she said, and I nodded, making my way over to the microwave. I placed the disk in it, shutting the door. I turned around suddenly. "This is a bad idea, isn't it?"
Zara laughed, nodding. "Indeed it is," she agreed. "But it's our bad idea, and we're gonna do it."
I was about to click they thirty seconds button on the microwave, I was about two inches away when I stopped. "Get over here!" I yelled at Zara who was sitting on the kitchen table.
"Why?" she shouted back, and I heard the tap of her shoes making her way over next to me.
"Because if this is gonna blow up in my face, it's blowing up in yours too."
"Deal," she smiled, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. "Don't make this more cliché than it already is," I said, rolling my eyes slightly.
"Excuse me, Cal, I have never heard of any story or movie where the main characters fall in love and then they blow up a CD."
"Okay, true," I laughed, ready to press the button again. "Ready?" Zara nodded, and I pressed the button, there was no turning back now. It was quite boring at first, we just stood there watching the CD spin around the microwave. And then the disk ignited, like fireworks popping all over the disk. We stood there watching in awe for a minute, the CD slowly melting as the sparks appeared around the disk.
It started to smoke and we felt this was a good idea to turn off the microwave before we really did blow up the house. We opened up the door, and whisps of smoke poured out.
Zara started coughing, and she would laugh in between. "Oh God, that smells so bad." She laughed so hard that she would cough even harder, which just made me laugh and cough along with her.
After we finished with our coughing fit, Zara got the CD out of the microwave. It was completely destoyed, totally melted - the disk was as dead as could be. So that was it, no more Friday, I'm in love.
"This proves it," she said, handing me the CD. I fiddled with it, looking at Zara's handwriting in purple sharpie melted all over the deformed CD.
"Proves what?"
"That no one can stop me from loving you seven days a week."
what other cliche love stories has the main couple burn a cd hA
[aannnd this is the end, thanks for reading]
i love you :-)
