Chapter 3
"Well thank you," I gave him a big smile before we both returned to munching on our fries. "I missed this," I said quietly, thoughtfully. Dalton gave me a sort of understanding nod. My being in New York for a whole month had been hard on both of us. I don't think we'd ever been apart for more than a week actually. I love my family in New York, but honestly, I don't think either of us could bear to be separated for that long again. Even when we fight, it never lasts, because we can't stand being away from each other. The longest fight we've ever had lasted for a grand total of three days. It was over something stupid, and by the end of the three days we couldn't stand it any longer so we made up. The whole fight was actually kind of pointless really, since neither of us could really remember why the fight even started.
"So how was New York?" Dalton asked.
"It was good," I replied shortly.
"Is that all?" Dalton asked, with a 'You were gone for a month and that's seriously all you're gonna tell me?' kind of look.
"Well, I mean like what do you want to know?" I questioned. Dalton just looked at me rather exasperatedly.
"What did you do while you were there Kaitlyn?" Dalton asked very slowly.
"I hung out with old people Dalton, it wasn't all that exciting." I laughed. My trip probably would have been more fun if I didn't miss Texas so much, well that and if my relatives didn't have so many cats. My grandma has five and it drives my grandpa crazy. They're all really fat, and mean, and they shed everywhere. My trips to New York have cured me of ever being a cat lover. The only cat that I actually like is Dalton's. Dalton's Uncle found a whole litter about a year ago and gave the runt to Dalton, and he's absolutely adorable. He's more than a year old but he's still tiny and cute. His name is Haley, after Haley Joel Osment, because he played the little kid in The Sixth Sense. Dalton loves that movie and claims that the director, M. Night Shyamalan, is an absolute genius. He even made me spend a whole weekend watching all the of Shyamalan's movies once.
"So no cute guys?" Dalton raised his eyebrows suggestively as he continued to pry for information. Unfortunately, Dalton's question made my cheeks heat up, which just made him question me further. "You're blushing," he started laughing, and pointed at my red face while clutching his stomach. "So who's the guy? Do I have to beat anyone up? I've got a gun ya know."
"You don't have a gun." I stated dubiously.
Dalton glared at me. "That's beside the point, and I have a gun!" He added in an offended tone. "This is Texas, everyone has a gun, my florist has a gun."
"Nice," I said in reply to his quote.
"Thank you, I thought it was appropriate." Dalton smiled obviously proud of himself. "I figured you'd appreciate it since it's not a Mean Girls reference."
"I don't mind the references, I'm just not overly fond of the movie." I answered, and finished the last sip of my milkshake. Dalton called Marie over and we argued over whose turn it was to pay, until Marie decided to take Dalton's money. Afterwards he left her a generous tip, and we walked out to the truck.
"So who's the guy?" Dalton asked once we pulled out of the parking lot. He wasn't going to let this one go no matter how much I wanted him to. Normally I wouldn't have a problem telling him, but I had seriously flirted with the guy because he was cute, and he flirted right back. We almost kissed actually. Thank god we didn't though, because we found out not long after that we were cousins. Every time we saw each other after that it was really awkward between us. I told Dalton this and he was laughing so hard that he had to pull over. I just sat in the passenger seat shaking my head and managing to laugh at myself a little, despite my embarrassment. When we had finished, Dalton pulled back onto Mainstreet, and then into our neighborhood. It was fairly quite, both of us just enjoying being back around the other again. Dalton pulled into his driveway and we walked inside
