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We walked back to Brian's apartment since it was closer, and he said he just had to run up to get his cell phone - no wonder he didn't answer my calls/texts earlier.
I took his keys and told him I'd wait for him in his car which was parked in the underground parking lot of the building.
He never lets me drive his car because it's super expensive - as if mine isn't - so I end up waiting in it instead of pulling out of the lot and waiting at the front. It would be much faster if he let me do that.
Brian usually put up a fight when I suggested me waiting in the lot though. It is creepy down there and in all the movies and shows we've seen, something bad usually happens there.
But he seemed to have something on his mind because he said "sure" and kept walking.
He allowed me to start the car before, so that's what I did and cranked up the music. I sat in the passenger seat singing along to Soul Sister by Train. I didn't have the best voice, but I could carry a tune sometimes.
It was nothing compared to Brian's talent.
I rested my head against the window. It was pretty dark and creepy in this parking lot. I felt like I was being watched so I locked the doors.
As the song was coming to an end, my eyes shut and I drifted to sleep.
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"Wake up, B," Brian shook me awake gently.
"What?" I looked around confused. We were in the parking lot to the Rosewood Dairy.
"It's a good thing I grabbed the extra set of keys from my apartment. I forgot I gave you them. That's how I unlocked the car. I'm surprised you didn't wake up."
I smiled at him and said, "You know I could sleep through a hurricane."
"Only if you were asleep before it started. Unless you had me beside you singing, you wuss." Brian stuck his tongue out at me before getting out of the car.
I stuck my tongue out back at him, but he didn't see as he was already coming to my side of the car.
It was true though, whenever I can't sleep or there is a storm, I make him sleep over to sing me to sleep.
He opened the door for me to get out. I went to get out of the car, but I flung back to my seat. I was confused and it kind of startled me. Brian started laughing, and so did I when I realized my seatbelt was still buckled.
"Oh, shut up," I said, unbuckling it and stepping out.
Brian put his arm around my shoulder, and was still laughing as we walked in the dairy and up to the counter. If I moved out from under his arm, I have a feeling he would have fallen over from laughing so much.
"I would like a triple scoop waffle bowl - two scoops of cookies n cream and one of chocolate chip cookie dough," I said to the lady behind the counter.
This stopped the laughter from Brian. That probably costs 5 bucks. It would have been 6 dollars for two cones. Now he thinks he's paying that for mine, plus his. But I really ordered it to split - I get the cookie dough scoop and he gets the cookies n cream.
"Are you sure you can eat all that?" Brian asked, shocked that I ordered that much.
"Yep," was all I said.
"Uh, alright then I guess I'll have a cone, two scoops of cookies n crème," he told the lady, though it sounded more like a question.
"No he won't," I told her.
