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Tony (2)

            It was one of those nights where my brain was moving faster then I could comprehend and I wanted to scream and yell and kick something. It was one of those nights that Tony would say I needed to 'clear my head'. The phrase never made sense to me, because I wasn't a computer. I couldn't just hit 'clear browser history' and forget everything in the past. My thoughts were itching out of my head, waiting to explode onto the floor. So, I text him. 

Me: Ride?

Tony: When?

Me: Now?

Tony: heading over

              I stood at the curb in my plaid pajamas, shivering from the cold. The sidewalk was wet from the sprinklers and I had forgotten my shoes inside. I could hear Tony now, "You don't even have enough head space to remember your shoes!" Then I saw his headlights. He already had music playing too loud and I began to worry that a mad neighbor would run out yelling at him, but then I remembered that no one could stay mad at Tony too long. Pulling up beside me he smiled, the most charming smile. It could've made any girl melt. Too bad he was gay.

"What's wrong?" He asked concerned when I didn' t smile back.

"Long night, I guess," I huffed, jumping in the passenger seat.

"I've got the best place," He said, and we started driving.

              It was on a riverbank. The moonlight gleamed off of the water and the flowers made burst of color light up the area. I ran a hand threw my hair and looked around me.

"You've really out done yourself," I mumbled, looking at my bare feet in the grass.

"Seemed like you needed it," He replied, skipping a stone. "Why did you need it?" He asked. He never asked why, but I guess I was looking a little rough. I mean, it was his right to wonder, him being my boyfriend and all.

"Stress, I guess." I plopped on the ground, then decided not to plop on the hard, cold ground  anymore. He put his hand on my shoulder and gave off a sheepish smile.

"Stress happens. Good thing you dealt with it." I didn't want to talk serious anymore, but I just nodded.

                Then, I clumped a load of cold mud in my hands. The mud was mushy and brown and I was pretty sure a worm was in it somewhere. Possibly some duck shit too. Then, I flung it over my shoulder, watch the clump hit Tony's white t-shirt.

"You've done it now," He chuckled, and he threw more clumps of mud at me.

The mud war had started, and I was not losing.

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