promised William and Farah to visit them in Long Beach this weekend.
During our journey home, I was thinking about my future in-laws. They were really nice. I couldn't believe they are the parents of a boy I hated so much when we were in high school. Our small talk during Joshua’s absence gave me something to think about. There was so much I needed to know about Joshua.
We had a chance to really get to know each other because the seven years of not seeing one another gave us that opportunity. We were like strangers all over again.
"We need to talk," I said to Joshua after some moments of uncomfortable silence.
Joshua looked at me. "Okay, we can talk now."
I shook my head. "No, I mean we need to really talk."
Joshua didn't answer me.
He was staring at the road, then he sighed. "Alright. Where do you want to talk? At lunch tomorrow?"
"Somewhere private. Just you and I."
Joshua gave me a sly smile and stared back at me. "We could talk at me place, and I could cook you dinner."
I gaped. I didn't expect his answer. I was more thinking of talk at my place.
Joshua sensed my weariness and sighed. "I promise I won't do anything inappropriate to you, and we are just having dinner. You never visited my place, right?"
"Um..."
"Please..." Not those damn puppy-dog eyes again!
I threw my hands in the air. "Fine! Just give me your address, and I'll drive."
Joshua pursed his lips. "All right. You could bring your sedan in one condition."
I narrowed my eyes. "What condition?"
Joshua grinned. "You'll let me give you a ride to Long Beach."
Chapter 6
The Talk and The Sleep Over
I gaped at him and scoffed. "What kind of condition is that?"
"Take it or leave it."
"Definitely leave it."
"I still can give you a ride to my place."
"We can talk at my place."
"Are you sure you don't want to see my place?"
I rolled my eyes. "We can do this all night, Joshua. Just let me drive to your place; we will have dinner and then I will go back to my place. The next day I'll check my car first before I drive to Long Beach and I'll meet you there."
Joshua shook his head. "I don't trust your car."
I sighed. "So, we are having an argument in your luxury car about my Sedan? Nice move, Josh."
Joshua ran his fingers through his hair. "What I want to say is I want you to be safe,” he paused, then pinched the bridge of his nose. “Are you sure your car will make it?"
"Of course, I drove it from Long Beach when I first moved to Seattle. Ethan rebuilt the engine for me."
"Ethan?"
"Yes."
Ethan was my best friend back in Long Beach. His dad and my dad were friends.
"Do I know him?"
"Of course you do."
Joshua narrowed his eyes. "Ethan as in Ethan White?"
"Yes."
He stared at the road, and his jaw clenched. "I don't like him."
"Excuse me?" I blinked several times.
"He likes you more than a friend."
"Oh, please. Not this again, Joshua."
"Well, you should know, Abby," He said, stubbornly. "He was hoping to be your boyfriend. Even an elementary student can see that."
I laughed nervously. Somehow, I did think he liked me, but to me, Ethan was only a best friend.
"Hey, I'm not a kid anymore,” I told Joshua. “Besides he’s already engaged to a girl named Samantha Graham. So, there's no competition."
"Really?"
I giggled. "Really. So, how about our deal?"
Joshua smirked. "I still give you a ride to Long Beach."
"What?"
Like I said, he was a determined person.
No need to argue with Joshua when he already made a decision. He had a way of making people agree with him even when they didn’t want to; just like now. Joshua left me in front of my door once more after saying thank you for accompanying
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