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Unlike my grocery store hero, this man is far from friendly.
Hell, not even sure he could tow friendly, and Kipp says the man can tow just about anything.
While getting under his skin is fun – and easy – the last thing I really want is to wreck shit that doesn’t need it.
And I don’t mean his Mr. Congeniality personality.
I mean whatever they’ve got going on between them.
Ever since I’ve stepped into their lives, all I’ve done is unintentionally pit them against one another.
Divide.
Cause friendship deductions and depreciations that are easy to fucking see.
Gahhhhh, even a ninety-five-year-old blind man who could never have been that type of samurai could fucking see it.
What I don’t entirely get is why?
Is Nolan threatened by me?
Does he think there’s a whole Eve making Adam eat an apple situation about to happen?
Should I reassure him by casually mentioning they’re not even a fruit I fucking care for?
And even if there was a biblical twist about to happen – which there isn’t – why does it fucking matter to him so much? Does he not think Kipp can take care of himself? Does he still see him as some helpless kid who isn’t man enough to handle what the world throws at him? How would Nolan know if he can or can’t if he never lets him at least fucking try?
Assuming that he doesn’t.
But it feels like he doesn’t.
On the contrary, is that why Kipp pushes so hard to defy every order that his best friend hand delivers? Is he finally realizing that he wants to be his own man and stop living in the shadows of a protector? Is it his way of proving that he can? That he’s capable of thinking and feeling for himself?
I guess the more important question is why do I care?
Or better yet…why can’t I stop caring?
Why can’t I stop thinking about how their relationship works? What words define it? What word can undo it?
Why can’t I stop thinking about being the words that rewrite it?
The pen used to recalculate it.
I know I should stop.
I know I need to stop.
I know none of it fucking matters because being here is temporary.
They are temporary.
And me fucking up whatever don’t ask, don’t know shit they have will be over very momentarily.
Like as soon as those parts are in my car.
Maybe I’ll switch gears and hide out in Mexico instead of Arizona.
Reinvent myself starting with my name.
