Coder Girl /Dreamwastaken/

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We finally got in his car, and let me tell you, he even opened the door for me. But that's nothing, I was just happy to get away from here as soon as possible.

I even forgot about the story I promised him to tell, but 3 minutes into the ride he brought that up.

"So what were you talking about? The red car?" He kept his eyes fixated on the road.

I sighed and laughed at myself, too embarrassed to relive the memory. But he was the one to blame, so he deserves to share the cringe.

"You know how you said "I'm parked infront of your house" when you called?" I chuckled as he confirmed, "Well you actually weren't, which I'm sure you guessed by now."

"Was I too far away tho?" He sounded curious, "Not my fault you didn't check the location I sent for confirmation."

"No, no, just listen," I continued, "so I come out of the house, look around and see the red car right. Keep in mind that it was the only car parked infront of my house."

I saw the corner of his mouth pull up slightly into a knowing smirk, "Alright?" He cleared his throat.

"Yeah.. so I go to that car, open the door and casually get inside."

"Oh my god.." he sounded so done, as if he was disappointed with me, "that's so stupid."

"Noo, we didn't get to the best part yet," I cut him off, "the driver was a 40 year old dude and I was so sure that it was you, cause your voice matched perfectly with his looks."

"I'm-"

"Ay don't interrupt," I didn't let him continue, "I said hi to the dude, and he kind of went "da vinky!?" but replace it with a hello."

I couldn't finish when he started full on wheezing at the stupid reference I made. Like that laugh was out of this world, to the point that I was worried we were gonna crash any second if he didn't stop.

"No there's one more line, hold up," I couldn't help but laugh too, "I told him that he sounds different-"

Turns out saying that was not the best choice. I was scared for his lungs at that point. He sounded like he could choke any second or die from oxygen deficiency. And the worst thing about it was the fact that I couldn't help but laugh too, even though I was still salty about what happened.

I thanked the lord for the traffic and the red light that made us stop until he collected himself. And he laughed for a while too, repeating my words and cracking up mid sentence.

"And I was in his car when you called, so I just silently got out as if nothing happened and left," I buried my face in my palms to somehow relieve the embarrassment, but nothing worked.

"H-how did you-" as if he was capable of finish that without laughing, "hold up, how did you confuse me with a 40 year old? How!?"

"Well you actually sound like that one uncle that lives in a farm."

If I knew that's what it takes to make him stop wheezing, I would've told the truth earlier.