lacuna

7

        "Well, you definitely broke it." The doctor told me, as we were seated in a room, after having gotten x-rays. Damon was still with me, having been babying me since we got here.

        "Will I get a cast?" I asked. I've always wanted a cast.

        "Oh most definitely. We have blue, green, black, and pink."

        "Black please."

        "I will be back in a minute." He left, and me and Damon were alone.

        "Does it hurt?" He asked me, from his seat in the corner of the room.

        It hurt like a motherfucker, but I wasn't going to tell him that. "Nah, not that bad."

        "Stop lying." He told me, lowering his head and dragging his hand through his thick black hair. I could tell he blamed himself for my broken arm, which he should kind of, because I was busy staring at his annoyingly hot face that I didn't look where I was going. But of course, I'm not going to tell him that.

        "It wasn't your fault. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Besides, if I hadn't broken my arm, you would've laughed at me for falling down the mother fucking stairs."

        He stayed silent, and when I looked over at him I saw that he was shaking. "Woah, Damon, look at me."

        He looked up and I saw that he had tears in his eyes, but because he was dying of laughter, not because he was crying. He let out a laugh, and wiped his eyes.

        "Oh my god, Scar, you fucking rolled down those stairs. Ahh that was amazing!" I rolled my eyes as his laughing turned to snorting.

        "Shut up."

        He started gasping, not being able to breath as a knock came from the door and the doctor popped his head in.

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"What do you want to do?" We were back in Damon's sports car, me with a new cast on my arm.

"Not go to school." I mumbled.

"Well duh, lets go get ice cream."

He got out of the parking space and started driving to the nearest ice cream store. When we arrived, we both got out and walked in. It was a small, local ice cream/bookstore. The owner was sitting behind the counter and smiled when she saw us.

"Hello. What can I get you?"

I smiled. "Can I get a plain vanilla cone."

Damon gasped. "You like plain vanilla?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes."

He shook his head. "Can I have the superman with sprinkles and a cherry on top?"

I snorted. "What a kid."

The owner smiled at us and got us our orders.

"It comes to $5.76."

Damon whipped out his wallet before I could and paid her. I scowled at him, but let him pay because he was making fun of me a few minutes ago. I went and took a seat at a table for two near a window. Damon came and sat across from me after paying.

"Give me your hand."

I frowned but did as he said.

"No, the broken one."