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Epsd 6

"Hey. Open up already," loudly knocked Kara, who had been standing there for about five minutes.

In a beat after, Ava cracked the door open for Kara to head in as she proceeded to cover herself in the sheets again.

"Good morning," said Kara sarcastically.

"Morning? Is it?" responded Ava, sniffling.

"So, last evening. It was bad, wasn't it?" questioned Kara.

"Is it so obvious?"

"No. Nooo. Not at all. That's why I was asking."

"Really?"

"Of course it's obvious. Look at you. I can't see you like this," snapped Kara.

"Why?"

"It's just that well... I don't know who this is now," pointed Kara at the saddest Ava. "I've not known you yet to be so emotional and very... um... what's the word? Yeah. Chicky."

"What do you mean?" inquired Ava.

"I've seen you so manly, strong, but not like this. Uh... forget my explanation. Just get out of bed now."

"I don't want to," grumbled Ava, nearly banging her head.

"Ummm... ha. Just get up. Let's have lunch together."

"Is it already lunchtime?"

"No... I don't know. Is it? Do you have a wristwatch? Wall watch perhaps?"

"Okay now, I think I'm letting you take advantage of my vulnerability," stated Ava.

"I hoped you notice. Now get up already."

"Alright. Where are we having lunch?"

"Right here."

"Ha. You're kidding, right?"

"Nope. I'm not."

"I'm not cooking for you," clarified Ava, folding the covers.

"I know. So, I came with lunch. I bet you can't cook tomatoes, so I can't trust you cooking for me," giggled Kara heading out of Ava's bedroom. "Hurry up. Lunch is served."

Ava headed into the bathroom while Kara laid out their plates to serve.

She had the place cleared from the previous night and then headed on to serve them both. It was a while before Ava joined her as well.

"You look um... stupid," said Kara, watching Ava dressed in her pajamas.

"This is exclusive," giggled Ava. "What I'm trying to say is that after lunch. I'm going nowhere."

"I can tell. But if that's what it takes to have you come out with me. Then I will drag you with your pajamas."

"That's not what I meant."

"Then go change."

"Oh... you're so persistent."

"Thank you," smirked Kara.

It was then, after a while, when she returned, changed into a black long-sleeved t-shirt and army-green trousers with black boots.

"Alright. You look cute."

"Thank you," responded Ava. "Wow, this looks good."

The noodles, spinach, and chicken soup with vegetable rice were well-dressed in a bowl.

"I made it myself."

"Oh yeah... so you love cooking. You can make a good wife, I see."

"Hmm. Hmm. Ha. What do you mean?" chuckled Kara.

"Well. If you get a man who loves food. You can be a good wife," explained Kara.

"A man. Oh yes, a man. Yeah."

"What?" chuckled Ava.

"Nothing. What? Is there something?"

"No... just go on with your lunch."

They both dug into the bowls quietly, then headed for dessert. The cold ricotta and berries. After they were all done, Kara washed the dishes, which took her a while, as Ava sat on the couch, distracted.

"So, what do you think of this cute couch? Do you think I should do a Feng Shui?"

"What's that?" inquired Kara with curiosity.

"Huh... never mind. Can you help me choose some stuff for the house?"

"Sure... you should change the couch. Your bed... hahaha! Your bed is silly. There is someone I know in town who can help with this place."

"Alright... but you choose the furniture? I love your taste so far."

"Okay. I will help out with that," concluded Kara.

After they were done with cleaning up the mess, they both headed out to town.

The place was fully packed, lots of elderly people passing through the corners that separated the different shopping buildings. A few of various ages, and teenagers in their different opposing cohorts.

As they drove to park at the gas station, Dante stopped their car with his maroon Ram 1500 truck.

"What does he want now?" whined Kara.

"Trouble. He wants trouble."

"Get out of the truck, Tom," shouted Dante.

Slowly, Ava let the seatbelt loose and headed out of the car, crossing her arms below her breasts, cross-legged, with her back propped against the truck.

"How are you, Dante?" teased Ava.

"Yeah. How are you?" growled the guy, getting close to Ava. Both his hands held Ava's car as he stood defensively, keeping Ava between his two hands.

"Yeah. How are you, Dante?"

"Look around you, Tom. You are misplaced, boy-girl. And here, this is my place. My territory."

"Oh... okay then, keep calm, and I will leave already?" inquired Ava, trying to go loose from the guarding arms which held tight.

"Not so fast. You need to pay for what happened at school yesterday."

"Oh, that. You should learn to keep your place, boy. I guessed you took the liberty to understand, but you didn't, I see."

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