Roles Reversed

6

"I don't think I like Oscar," Shay said bluntly. We were driving away from the school towards the countryside.

I laughed at him. "I like him a lot," I said. He pursed his lips.

"Yeah, I could tell," he quipped.

I just smiled to myself. Oscar was obviously gay, but the way he made Shay squirm was priceless so I wasn't going to tell him that.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Well, I told you I'm going to try and make you act like a little rebel, so that's what I'm doing."

"You didn't answer my question, Shay. Where are we going?" I repeated.

"That part is a surprise. You wore comfortable shoes right?" He asked.

"Yes, I did."

"Ok, good," he said as he turned the radio on, "Now sing for me again."

The look on my face must've been pure shock because Shay let out a huge bark of laughter.

"Your face," he said, his shoulders bobbing up and down from laughter, "was freaking priceless!" I let him laugh for about the next thirty seconds before I smacked his arm.

"You done?" I asked. I had one eyebrow raised, something I learned how to do from watching my mom do it to Jay.

"Yeah, sorry. You just looked so funny, your jaw literally hit the floor," He said with a smirk.

"Glad I amuse you," I muttered, facing the window grumpily.

"Hey, I'm joking, ok? You sound beautiful when you sing. Really. Sasha, talk to me," I had my back to him. What was his deal with me and the silent treatment?

"If you don't start talking, I will sing at the top of my lungs. And it will be off-key." He warned me. He flipped the radio on and Really Don't Care was playing. He started "singing" along. He wasn't kidding when he said it'd be off-key. It was more along the lines of "yowling like cat in heat along to the song" and not singing.

I couldn't take it anymore, but instead of singing properly, I joined in with his crappy yodeling. We sang like that until the song was over. Shay turned down the radio and looked over at me.

"What? Is there something on my face?" I said, swiping at my cheeks. He shook his head.

"No," he sighed, "you don't."

Well, don't be vague or anything.

He turned off onto a dirt road. I looked out my window at the trees. It was really pretty, wherever we were. Not long after that, he parked on the side of a big hill.

"I hope your shoes are really, really comfortable." Was all he said. I stood there dumbly for a second before chasing after him up the hillside.

"Where are we going?" I whined after about 2 minutes of walking.

"You're acting like a five year old, Sasha. It's going to be a while," he sassed.

I kept my mouth shut after that. I was daydreaming about sweet nothings when we rudely interrupted my thoughts.

"We're here." He stopped so abruptly that I ran into his backside.

"Sorry," I muttered.

He smirked. "Do you just like touching me or something? Every time we're together, you inevitably run into me," he said.

"But just think, if I hadn't run into you yesterday morning we wouldn't be besties like we are now. We wouldn't be here, and I sure wouldn't be with you," I stated.

"That's a valid point."

We stopped talking for a minute and I took in our view. There was a small pond to my left and fields as far as I could see beyond that.

I guess now would be the time to inform you that Shay's "car" is a Chevy pick-up truck.

"You see that lake?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Take this," he commanded, shoving a bag into my hands, "I'll be right back. Go put this over there beside the pond please," he said and jogged back down the hill.

Okay, that was odd. I walked over to the pond like he said too and looked inside the bag. There were clothes.

My clothes.

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