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Autumn leaves crunched under my foot softly. I wasn't paying attention to what Capri had to say or comment on. I had a habit of zoning out. "Arlow!" Capri whined, "Are you even listening to me?" He huffed and crosses his arms, pouting in that adorable way I can't say no to.
"No. Not really." I said and turned my attention to my best friend. Since the 5th grade.
"Ugh. I was saying that Grace was trying to set you up for a blind date. Again" Capri said and I furrowed my eyebrows, slightly offended.
"Again?" And he nodded.
"I'm honestly offended that she thinks I'm some lonely loser who needs someone to hook up with. Because I'm not. I don't even like anyone. And if you weren't friends with me since 5th grade I wouldn't even be caught dead near you. Mr popular" I said, smirking at the last statement. Capri played soccer and football. And almost every other sport you can think of. I have no idea how he manages to do it.
"Ugh. You totally would be crushing on me. " Capri gave mocking kissing noises and I gave him a playful shove.
"Asshole" I stated
"You know it" he smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back. He was such a huge dork.
"So where are we going again?" I asked and looked around to notice we were nearing the campus' band department'.
"I gotta pick up Ashely's instrument for him. Something about how I owe her for she doing my homework for me. When she offered to do it so I didn't have to miss soccer practice. "Capri explained and went inside with me behind him. The air immediately smelled of Depression, Coffee and sad piano music played by Mozart. I wasn't kidding about that last part, someone was playing sad piano music. Capri looked at me and raised an eyebrow as if I had an explanation for this. I didn't. So instead, I simply shook my head no and Capri huffed, probably out of annoyance. Sorry, I'm not Jesus and have all-knowing powers. Damn.
Capri And I walked into the room where they changed into band uniform and for their instrument and gagged. It smelled like giving up and die. And a little bit of McDonald's which was odd. He took a piece of paper out of his jeans pocket, which I was assuming was Ashley's locker combination-or her locker number. Or both. I looked as he focused intently on the lock on her locker, twisting the dial meticulously. "Got it," He said out loud as the lock gave a click sound. He put the lock aside onto one of the benches and grabbed her small instrument, closing the locker door and putting the lock back on securely.
"What instrument does she even play?" I asked, having forgotten already. She told me last week.
"Flute," Capri said and carried it out of the horrendous place, I took in a huge breath of fresh air. As fresh as it could get on a college campus. Capri And I dodged through the waves of people going through the hallways and to Ashley's room and knocking on her door. She opened it and she smiled tiredly at the sight of her precious flute being safe.
"Thanks, Capri. You're the best" She kissed his cheek and then closed the door. Capri had a widespread blush on his face that was comparable to a tomato. He cleared his throat.
"So uh. How does ice cream sound?" He asked and I nodded vigorously, heading towards my room.
"I meant to an ice cream place, genius" Capri mumbled and I huffed but didn't complain. He dragged me out to his red sleek mustang and pushed me into the passenger side. I honestly feel so forced.
"What place are we going to?" I asked, tapping my fingers on my leg after had to buckle up.
"Menchie's," Capri said and buckled up, beginning to drive out of the parking lot.
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Whenever we got out of the car, I walked into the place and smiled at all the selections of topping I could possibly put. Ok, so it was more a frozen yogurt place. Capri walked over to the ice cream machines and got Italian cherry which I just got Watermelon flavored. "Fancy" I commented and grabbed a spoon.
"I know right?" Capri snorted sarcastically and we sat down at a table, near the window once we got our toppings and paid for it. I ate my Frozen yogurt and looked out the window, zoning out. We saw two cars pull up, Four people getting out of each. They looked like the stereotypical gang members you'd find in almost any crime TV show. Black leather jackets, boots, some had tattoos and piercings. Capri raises an eyebrow in his 'I'm silently judging you' stare.
Suddenly, his eyes went wide as saucers and Capri grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the place "Hey I wasn't finished!" I whined we had just left the cups there.
"Shut up Arlow!" He hissed quietly and my lips instantly closed. He quickly went to the car and forced me in, buckling me up and driving off, basically speeding back to campus.
"What's gotten you so spooked?" I asked but he ignored my question which made me annoyed. When we got there he hurried me to my room and sat me down on the bed. "Don't come out until I say so?" Capri says and closed the door behind himself. I was so confused.
I pulled out my laptop and had seen I gotten a message from Ashley. An email more specifically.
To: TheRabbitOfWonderland@gmail.com
From:
AshRedGreen@Gmail.com
Hey Arlow. I just wanted to talk to you about a few things- that weren't in front of Capri. He told me you guys had to leave suddenly. Any reason why? Also, I was wondering if you had Capri's number. I've lost it in the stack of junk that is my room. I need to text him a few important things.
To:
AshRedGreen@gmail.com
From: TheRabbitOfWonderland@gmail.com
Hey, Ashley :). Also, I have literally no idea why. I wasn't even finished with my frozen yogurt :((. I shed a single tear. Also, ooooh you gotta Y'all to him about important things? ;). I'm joking don't murder me, please. Here's his number. 955-4229-802.
To: TheRabbitOfWonderland@gmail.com
From:
AshRedGreen@Gmail.com
Ugh, shut up. I'll end your life with a toothpick. Also, that's really odd. I'll have to ask him about it later when I see him in the band. He's doing such a good job with his Tuba. Thanks for the number, Nerd.
To:
AshRedGreen@gmail.com
From: TheRabbitOfWonderland@gmail.com
No problem, Bigger nerd.
