Sea of Embers

Making Friends

It's very hard to make friends as an adult

Because once you're an adult,

You've realized that you

Hate everyone.

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"So let me get this straight," I began.

"I thought I kindly asked you to stop talking." He ground out.

"First, you didn't ask kindly. You screeched the car around like a madman and then you told me to shut up." I retorted. My wrists were rubbed raw from the scratching of the rope as it dragged across the sensitive flesh there.

He did not reply, just kept his eyes trained on the road, watching. I took that as a good sign to keep talking. Maybe it wasn't, but with his stone cold persona I couldn't really tell.

"You are in the process of betraying your utmost loyalty to king Dunce... because why?"

"Pass."

"Pass? You don't get to veto a question! This is my life we are talking about here, I think I have the right to know where you are taking me and what the hell is going on!"

His eyes remained on the road, but I could tell he was watching me with patience as he repeated, "Pass."

I knew when to quit, does not mean I always did but at this point in time I conceded. "Fine, where are we going?'

"Pass."

"Why did you hit me over the head?"

The tiniest of emotions flitted across his eyes for a split millisecond, but disappeared just as quickly. "I didn't."

"Well then why didn't you just ask me to come with you?"

"Ask!" he snorted to himself like there was some joke I didn't get. His eyes remained trained on the road as he said, "and you would have done it?"

"Yeah..." I hesitated, "Well, no. But," I quickly added, "It would have been the gentlemanly thing to do."

"I'm not a gentleman."

"No duh. I just hoped with what was left of my soul that you would at least try and save your dignity." I shifted again, "And could you uncuff me? Or are you afraid you're going to get your tush kicked by a woman?"

"The fact that you are a woman has nothing to do with it. You are more dangerous than most men. Women are manipulative. They use sex to get what they want."

Wow.

"Bitter much? And why yes, I am very manipulative and VERY scary. Thank you for noticing. But I will have you know, not all of us females use... seduction to get what we want."

"I didn't say you did. Or could."

Had my skin not been the color of the world's most delicious kind of dark chocolate mocha, he would have seen the intense blush I was currently sporting. "Hey! I am very attractive!"

"I'm sure you were."

Ohhhhhh. He's gon' die. Very painfully, and very slowly. All I needed to do was wrap my hands around his gloriously attractive neck and...wait, no... what? I meant all I had to do was stab him... nowhere because he was beautiful...I mean what? I MEANT I just needed to hit him with something in the face... like my mouth.