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letting me go?”
                    “You just asked me not to.”
                    “FOR THE LOVE OF,” I thrust myself forward with all
my strength only to fall forward onto the pavement. I turned to sit up facing
him, “You did that on purpose!”
                    “You wanted me to let go,” he reminded. Then he held
out a hand.
                    “I don’t need your help, thanks,” I stood up.
                    “I like you,” he smiled.
                    “That’s about as flattering as a stalker sending you
naked pictures of themselves,” I rolled my eyes.
                    “Would you like me to send you-”
                    “NO.”
                    “This is going to be a great day,” Stephen was
suddenly so giddy with excitement. He was almost jumping up and down, “After
all, a hero with a sidekick that hassles him the whole way through makes for the
best stories.”
                    “Sidekick?” I raised an eyebrow.
                    He ran to the passenger side of the beetle and
opened it, “My lady.”
                    “Hero?” my eyebrow was still raised.
                    “Would you just get into the car?” he was
exasperated.
                    “Don’t you mean, Bat Mobile?” I crossed my arms.
                    “Beetle Mobile,” he corrected and I rolled my eyes.
“Just get in the car,” he was still holding the door open, “I’m getting tired
of being a gentleman.”
                    “Is that what you were doing?” I pretended to be
dumb. “I thought you were airing out your car.”
                    He gave out an exasperated groan, “Why are you so
difficult?”
                    “Why are you in such a hurry?” I countered.
                    “Me? In a hurry?” he had a confused expression that
confused me because I wasn’t sure if he was genuinely confused or not. “You
obviously don’t know how this whole skipping school things works, do you? The
point is to take your time and do whatever you want.”
                    “So why don’t we walk?” I suggested. “Unless you
have somewhere to be.”
                    Stephen closed the door, “Okay, let’s walk. But I’m
warning you; it’s pretty far.”
                    “What is?” I asked.
                    “Downtown,” he answered. “Where all the cool people
are.”
                    Stephen and I walked for a long time until we got to
the part of Montrose Court that looked more like a normal city. I figured that
my dad’s office was somewhere in this area. I wondered why my father opted for
a small house far away from his workplace instead of an apartment nearer by.
Maybe it was because, in Orainville, we lived in an apartment.
                    Anyway, as Stephen showed me where everything was, I
started feeling a little sad. It had been a long time since anything around me
even remotely reminded me of Marrick, and now I was thinking about the way I’d
ended things with Sarah and that made me sad.
                    At about lunchtime we stopped at a diner which Stephen
claimed to have the best burgers in the city. I preferred my mother’s. She was
pretty much a stay-at-home mom, so she had a lot of free time on her hands. It
was almost as if she was good at everything. Or maybe she was just the smartest
person I’d ever known.
                    As we were walking back to Vroncourt, Stephen and I
argued about who was the better singer: John Lennon or Paul McCartney. He was
for Lennon and I was for McCartney. There were a lot of times where we would
get extremely off-topic because one of us would