The Non-Date Date

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"Eh, what?" Simon asked confused.

I frowned, "what?"

"What?" Simon said again.

"Huh?"

"What?"

"Why did you say what?" I asked, was this some kind of British game...?

"Because you said 'huh'..." Simon trailed off as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Smart ass.

"No before that," I said.

"What before?"

"Before I said huh."

"When I said what after you said what?"

"Yeah.... I think."

"What about it?"

"Why did you say it?"

Now people were staring. Probably 'cause we were arguing over why he said what in the middle of the street.

"Say what?"

"Oh my god!" I screeched agitated. We weren't getting anywhere with this.

"Phoebe, are you alright?" Captain Agitator asked, concern lacing with his words.

I huffed. "No."

"Ya know I was just playing with ya, rot?"

I suspected that...

God, I was starting to rub on him.

I have that affect on lots of people....

I sighed, "yeah..."

"I was saying 'what' b'cause I wonted to know why you said 'super'," he explained.

Oh yeah...

That love triangle I built.

Only it was one way....

Whatever.

"I'm batman," I blurted out.

Eh...

He frowned, "batman? Last time I checked you were a women..."

It's complicated....

I shrugged instead.

"Huh..." he said scratching his chin like he was old and wise instead of young and stupid.

That's my mantra.

"I want a burrito," 'cause I'm part Hispanic, deal with it.

"What's dat?"

My eyes widen.

Did he... Did he just ask me what a burrito was?

"Your mom."

"Well that's pleasant," he chuckled.

He gets my sense humor.

Kudos to me.

"It's a rice, beans, chicken, beef and cheese wrapped in a tortilla, I said giddily as we walked down the rest of the street and turned left.

"That... Sounds unhealthy," he mused and did that chin scratching thing, "I'm in."

Hells yeah.

I beamed and took his hand - It was soft like a baby's bottom - and tugged him along.

Good times.

And this was not a date.

Just two people going out and getting a-

Shut up.

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