| Chapter Two �D, you complain way too much,� Patty complained as she threw her Mustang into gear and sped towards Subway Records. �Damn you, Patty. Just, damn you, getting me up so early to hang out with you while you are working and not even telling me why,� D frowned as she pushed her dark sunglasses up her nose. �I just wish you would tell me what the hell this is all about.� She looked at Patty, who was grinning stupidly, her head cocked to one side, silent. �And to add insult to injury, I can�t believe you made me wear this miniskirt and this damn pink shirt. I hate pink,� she muttered under her breath. �I like pink, and it looks good on you,� Patty said defensively. �And besides, you needed to kind of look like me, you know, nice,� Patty said, pointing to her pink and orange hibiscus print dress. D shot her a look of death. She shook her brown hair out of her face, still smiling. �Not that living in jeans and T shirts is wrong, just that this is a business.� Patty decided that, judging from the way D was glaring at her, it was a good idea to shut up. She giggled excitedly. �You are going to die when you see what I have in store for you.� �I�m going to die if you keep driving the way you do,� D laughed, but Patty noticed she pulled her seatbelt on a little tighter. Patty rolled her eyes and glanced at her watch. �Usually I don�t drive like this. I just had to be at the studio at nine and it�s eight-forty-five.� She turned a corner going fifty and D gasped. �Sorry,� Patty said sheepishly. D nodded with a chuckle and turned on the radio. Her eyes widened. �Oh hell no!� She turned it up. They exchanged a glance and began singing. ��Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off,�� they yelled and started laughing. D shook her head blissfully. �I have to get that song for my show.� Patty grinned. �Now I am completely convinced that today is going to be a good day. We heard the word �fuck� on the radio, and I got you to wear pink. Today is going to be so good.� D smiled and settled into her seat, thinking Maybe it will be okay after all. Chapter Three HOME |