The Fight

When Daniel came back, he looked a little confused, dazed, and strangely… happy.

"What was that?" I asked him.

He just smiled and shook his head, his attention back on me. "Nothing."

I smiled back and grabbed my sesame chicken and egg rolls, sighing with happiness at the simplicity of this date. It wasn't  anything fancy, just hanging out at the mall. And it was the best date I'd had in a long time.

After lunch/dinner at about 4, we walked over to the movie theater. There were several movies playing. My first thought was to see a chick flick just to mess with Daniel. But then I decided to be nice, and I was in the mood for a comedy anyways.

So I chose the new Eddie Murphy movie, and although we had just eaten, Daniel bought  candy and a soda for us to share.

I loved the movie. I laughed so hard that I cried, and Daniel did the same. I was still wiping my eyes when we walked out of the movie theater.

I looked at him, and I know the same thought flashed through his head: let's see it again.

So we bought tickets to the very next showing. After getting popcorn and another soda, we went to the same exact spots we wherein the first time. I think I actually laughed harder the second time we watched the movie.

When we got to the car, I was still laughing so hard I could t breath, and I was still wiping my eyes. Daniel had calmed down a bit, but he was smiling. Though that could've been directed towards me, there was no way to tell.

In the car, I finally calmed down and had to take huge breaths to slow my heartbeat. I took out a new cd I bought and put it into the stereo.

And then it was strangely quiet.

"So…" I said. "What was the del with you and Lionel?"

Daniel shook his head. "Nothing."

I nodded, but his answer bothered me. It was obviously something, and it was obviously fixed. Which for some reason only made me want to know more.

So I asked again. I don't know why, but I did. I kept asking, wanting Daniel to answer me honestly.

Even after he did, and I knew he did, I kept bothering him. It go bigger and bigger, and we blew up at each other. I don't know how or why, but it turned into a full out argument. There was yelling and screaming, and I actually felt like punching him.

It scared me. I started crying and yelled at Daniel to pull the car over.

This worried him. Which just got under my skin at the time.

"Pull over." I screamed. Then in a calm, shaking voice, I said, "I'll walk, David. I'll walk."

So he pulled over. I got out, grabbed my purse, and slammed the door. I didn't even get my shopping bags. At that point, I didn't even care. I was fuming.

I guess it was a bad idea to wear a black shirt and dark jeans. In the middle of the night. Walking in the middle of the street. But I couldn't see where I was walking, and by the time I saw the headlights it was too late.

I was hit by the 16-wheeler. I couldn't move. There were only two good things about it. One, I couldn't feel the pain. Two, I suddenly remembered everything about Daniel. The last thing I remembered was the kiss in the slide. I'm sure I had a smile on my face as the darkness overcame me.

The End

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