Baby Blue

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On the way home I had asked Johnnie if he wanted to hangout more at my house. This task was difficult considering I was driving and I couldn't ever hear his answer. So when we got home I turn around and asked him, "Would you like to come inside and watch a movie with me?" He looked shocked for a minute then I explained, "I kept asking you while driving. It was kinda difficult doing both at once. Anywho, I was thinking The Lion King if you're up for it. We'd just be watching the movie, nothing... of that sort." I look up at hoping, with my best puppy dog eyes on display. "Yeah... I- I mean I guess." I grab his hand and pull him through the threshold of the door. I ask him if he wants something to eat or drink and he says no so I go ahead and drag him up the steps into my room. Taking Dirty Dancing out of the DVD player, is pop in The Lion King. One of my favorites. After this, I turn to see Johnnie already settled on my bed with his shoes on the floor and him tucked under the blankets on my bed. "So I see you've made yourself comfortable?" I say jokingly, happy to see he's even a little more comfortable around me. I walk over to the bed and wiggle under the covers. I look up slightly and see Johnnie smiling down at me. I playfully scold him by saying, "Watch the movie, hun." I lay there for a few minutes, watching the movie until they get to the part when Scar says the famous line 'Long live the King'. That's when so break down and sob. Johnnie picks up the remote and pauses the show, looking down at me. "Eirene, why are you crying?" He ask me as if it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world. "That kid is gonna grow up without a father now. Because his vindictive, sociopathic uncle was jealous of his older brother, who actually had a stable mind, unlike some people. I mean like geez this child even believes that it was his fault can you believe that I mean that is actually freaking the stupidest thing I have ever heard." After finishing my rant, I look up to see Johnnie with his mouth puffed out, almost as if he was holding in laughter. I lightly smack him on his shoulder, "It is not funny, sir.—" It was then that he burst out laughing. I gasp, "How dare you! That's it." I say to him fed up with him. Then I jump on him, tickling him with all my might. Suddenly, I'm over on my back with him hovering over my tickling my sides to where tears are steadily running down my face. 'God I haven't laughed like this is a while.' I think to myself.