“There’s no need to shout Emma, my mother tells me I have an excellent pair of working ears.” He nodded, tapping one ear with pride before he turned his attention back to the very much ruined car.
“See, the problem with your reasoning, and it is a problem—is that I seem to remember a time—well despite my excellent memory, I only partly remember as I was thinking about Chad doll number four at the time, and how he’d been looking rather morose lately and if possibly, we needed to re-think the type of ink we were using in the printer—“
He cut himself off, a dreamy look crossing his face for just a second, distracted with thoughts of the printer and his army of Chad dolls he was slowly creating. A thought much more interesting than how to get his beloved, but irritating cousin to agree to her fair share of the blame.
Her fair share, being all of it.
“Anyway—the point I was making, is that I partly remember my father going on an impressively long lecture that may have mentioned something about texting and driving.” Chad shrugged, turning once more to glance at his cousin, a knowing look on his face. As obviously, she couldn’t possibly argue with that logic. It was full proof. He deserved to be saved from his fathers wrath, especially when he was so very close to getting the upgrades he so desired for his own Printer.
“Unfortunately, my father doesn’t quite share my mothers opinions on Audrey’s and my true love…and I’m not sure he’d be quite as understanding.” He paused, glancing at his phone to ensure he hadn’t missed another text.
Audrey only allowed him a ten-minute window to text back, and it was a very demanding texting schedule. One he could proudly state, he was a champion at keeping. Unless he was crashing his car. But a man had to have some priorities. He’d rescued his phone at least.
“So, whilst I can sympathise with your reluctance…I’m afraid we’re going to have to go with my original plan…in which you take the blame.”
Emma loved her Aunt Ella. Adored her. But someone needed to tell her that her constant coddling of Chad was creating a monster. Excellent pair of ears? Really? Not even her parents said stuff like that.
“Yeah? Well then Uncle James and I have that in common.” Meaning the whole disapproval of the Audrey-Chad relationship. It wasn’t that Emma disliked Audrey as a person, she just really didn’t like Audrey with Chad. And vice versa. Somehow, the two of them managed to bring out each other’s worst qualities. Not to mention the whole ‘lap dog’ look was really not becoming. Sure, Chad could be a bit of a d-bag from time to time, but honestly? Emma preferred that to the Chad who ran around at Audrey’s beck and call.
Actually, she preferred the Chad of her childhood. The one she used to get into trouble with. (And the one that still occasionally came to her aid). But if she had to choose between douchey ‘frat bro’ Chad and lovesick puppy Chad, then she definitely chose ‘frat bro’.
“She’s not good for you. I mean, look at you. Hurrying to make her texting window. Seriously. Who gives their significant other a texting window! You’re a Charming, Chad. Girls...and guys...are lined up around the block to date you. So why are you allowing Audrey to walk all over you. It’s gross.” With a shake of her head, she grabbed her bag from the back.
“Also? I’m not taking the blame for this. Not even a little bit. I’d rather walk back.” And that was just what she was going to do. Or so it seemed, as she turned away from the car and began walking down the paved road.
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