Okay, so I guess the day was okay besides the stupid ride that made no sense to me. And the song. Ugh, it's still in my fucking head and I was glad when Lindsey said we could get out of there. My shoulder started to hurt a little, but it seemed to be healing up where the little fucking cowboy stabbed me. Over a fucking little kid? I don't get that and yeah, we'll talk about that later. I was hungry and she was looking adorably yummy.
When we walk out of the park, he's holding onto that damn stuffed animal and well, to me too. I look over at him and ... look away, confused. About me. About what I feel and all that. Not fucking supposed to. I remember the night when I asked him if vampires could love and he said anyone or anything could love something. Could I? I mean, yeah, I cared for the fuck up; I got between him and Alyx, even though that didn't do much, but still. I did.
We find the car, I go ahead and get in and he gets in on the other side, sticking the stuffed animal in the back. He starts up the car and I light up a cigarette and we head out, probably to go get him food. Which of course, I was fucking right. I waited for him in the car while he went inside and got some food. I smiled, knowing that when we got back to the house, I was gonna get some food. A whole bunch of fucking Lindsey.