“It’s not that I don’t care, so, don’t get me wrong, I mean, I do, I really fucking do, but, well, I have to do this for me,” he says, staring at his reflection in the mirror, he turns to a young, blonde, blue eyed girl who is sitting on the bed behind him, and smiles nervously. “H-H-How did that sound?” He asks, as he runs his dry tongue, along him dry lips, and tries to swallow.
“Well, it wasn’t terrible, I just don’t know what you’re trying to achieve through all this?” She says, as she tightens her lips together, and raises an eyebrow, trying to do her best thinking impression.
“What? You know exactly what I’m trying to do, hell, you’re in the same boat, right? I mean, I’m not doing this alone, we agreed it was together, or not at all, so don’t you try to back out on me now, because it…”
She beings to giggle, as she flops onto the bed on her back, “God, you’re so easy,” she says.
“Cut it out Mary, I’m already nervous enough, don’t make me any more, or I swear, I’ll throw up, or something worse.”
She laughs loudly, “Something worse? What could be worse than throwing up?”
“I don’t know, but if you keep going on like this, I’m sure we’re going ot find out,” he says, his cheeks now bright red, and a furious sweat running down his brow.
“Okay, okay, I promise, no more kidding around, I’m going to be miss professional from here on in,” she says, holding one hand up in the air, and the other pressing firmly in the center of her chest.
“Thank you,” he says, as he turns back to the mirror, and clears his throat once more, she leaps to her feet, and wraps her arms around him, and kisses him on the cheek.
“you’re welcome lover boy, but, we’ve got to be going, timing is important with this, you know that,” she says as she grabs a backpack from the floor and reaches inside, pulling out a large , black handled blade, then looks up at him. “Should I take the black or the brown handled one?” she asks.
“Does it matter?”
“Of course it does, I want to look coordinated when we do this,” she says with a wicked grin.