And so Gabby ends up singing to the rest of the bus. I try really hard not to laugh my head off, but y'know, watching someone stand up and sing a song that you haven't heard since primary school to a bus full of people that are really not the type to join in... well. Speaks for itself, really.
"Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish. The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish, all day long. The mummies on the bus go chatter..." I'm laughing too hard to join in even if I wanted to now, and apparently my laughter is infectious, because Gabby starts laughing too. "Chatter... chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter." The human girl, Meggie, leans across and tells Gabby to shut up , but I don't think Gabby could have carried on anyways, the laughter bubbling from between her lips almost silently has her gripping her sides and she slumps back into her seat.
Christ, we're not even high.
"You..." she gasps, "didn't sing with me!" she's practically rocking with her laughter. This time Meggie gets up and starts singing. We're too busy laughing to listen.
"I did say I'd only sing if you told me all about this evidence you claim proves I don't love you." I point out, chuckling.
"But I didn't think you would make me look like such an idiot!" she protests, just about getting her breath back.
"You made yourself look like an idiot." I smile.
"And you let me," she giggles as I nod.
"Why not? It was really entertaining. I wish I'd got that on camera," her face drops and her tone goes all serious.
"I would have hit you VERY hard for that." She tells me. My grin only widens. Like she could hurt me.
"Huh. Try me." I challenge, knowing that however hard she tries the only way she could hurt me is to stab me. She draws back her fist, and punches me on the shoulder as hard as she can. I feel it, but it feels like she flicked me or something.
"That really hurt," she complains and cradles her hand. I grin. Mean, I know. "Ow." She whines.
"Bless ya. It didn't hurt at all. I'd say try harder, but we don't want you to break your knuckles now, do we?" I chuckle, trying to stop smiling at the fact I just proved myself right.
"They would heal pretty quick..." she mutters, clearly tempted by the idea of trying harder.
"I don't want you to break your hand just to try and get me to say ow." I roll my eyes.
"You should just say ow anyway." She grumbles. With a sigh, I give in, just to humour her. "Ow." I say dully. "Yay!" she giggles again and I end up rolling my eyes again. "Don't roll your eyes at me!"
"I just did. Whatcha gonna do about it?" I poke her gently in the belly and she glares at my finger.
"Tickle you," is her answer.
"Pfft. I'm only ticklish in one place." I lie. I'm not ticklish at all, but this is too entertaining.
"What, are you gonna make me find it?" she complains at me.
"If you want," I tell her with a wink.
"That was quite possibly the most conspicuous wink I've ever seen." Gabby is quite possibly the most exasperating person in the world.
"That was the point." I laugh as she reaches out hesitantly, asking me if it's my neck. She tickles my neck experimentally and I shake my head. Nope.
"What about behind your knees?" she hooks her finger under my knee wiggling it around trying to get a reaction. It's not ticklish, just a little uncomfortable.
"Hardly." I reply, trying not to laugh. The look on her face as she tries to think of where I might be ticklish really is something I could look at all day. I mean... I could probably look at her face all day anyways. Shut up, brain.
"Okay... your sides?" she asks, poking my side. I shake my head again. She smiles. "Under your armpits?"
"This is getting hard. Umm... your spine? Or your feet? I can't reach those..." she trails off, wondering where else it could be. I shake my head. The innuendo was totally lost on her, wasn't it? Mind you, that might not be such a bad thing, I shouldn't be flirting with a sixteen year old anyways.
"I can't think of any other places. Can't you just tell me?" she whines and I smile.
"Nahh. You're too young." I chuckle as her eyes widen in shock and she mutters an "okay," sitting back. I ruffle her hair and she sticks out her tongue, telling me I'm sick. Pfft. Hardly.
"Not really. Just a guy." I reply, still smiling.
"Honestly. I can't even believe you said that." She really doesn't know me, does she?
"Really? Huh. You wouldn't wanna get to know me better then."
"What makes you think that?" she retorts with a smile. I can't help but roll my eyes.
"You called me sick," I note, still laughing a bit.
"And...? Sick with a sexy laugh," She grins at me.
"So a sexy laugh means you wanna get to know me better?" I arch an eyebrow. She can't be serious.
"No, but you're nice, so... yeah." That really clears things up, well done Gabby. Insert sarcastic applause here.
"If you say so," I mutter. Nice... pfft.
"I do say so." She nods and I think about it for a moment.
"Nice... Nothing else?" I ask, curious to know what it is she sees in me other than a sexy laugh.