"Hurry up," Kyndall called as she grabbed her purse.
"What's your rush?" Catlyn asked as she walked in the front room pulling her hair up into a messy bun. "It's not like we're on a time schedule or anything," she said shaking her head.
"Yeah well, I wanna miss all the traffic and stuff," Kyndall said walking towards the door.
"It's I-4 and Orlando. There is ALWAYS traffic," Catlyn replied grabbing her Strawberry Shortcake fisherman's hat. "Dammit, wait up," she mumbled running to the door. Shutting it behind her and locking it, she jogged to Kyndall's silver Expedition.
"God you are so freaking slow," Kyndall complained as she put the truck in reverse before Catlyn was completely inside.
"Hello? Gonna let me get in here?"
"Shoulda already been in," Kyndall mumbled stopping long enough for Catlyn to shut her door.
"What is wrong with you?" Catlyn asked buckling her seat belt.
"Nothing," Kyndall said in a monotone, driving out of the parking lot.
"Riiiiight," Catlyn said reaching over and changing the station on the stereo.
"Excuse you," Kyndall said turning it back. "I was listening to that song."
"Umm…since when do you listen to 'NSync? Especially THIS song?" Catlyn asked staring at her friend in shock.
"Since now," Kyndall said turning up the volume and singing loudly.
o~/ You're the one I wanted/You're the one I needed, yeah/So tell me what to do now/When I want you /I want you back, oh oh/You're the one I want/You're the one I need/Tell me, what can I do/(You're the one I want)/(You're the one I need)/(Tell me, what can I do)/You're all I ever wanted/(You're the one I want)/You're all I ever needed/(You're the one I need)/So tell me what to do now/(Tell me, what can I do)/
When I want you back/~o
"Ungh," Catlyn murmured looking out the window. She closed her eyes, willing the evil noise to stop. Finally it did, and as the last note faded out, a grin broke out on her face. "Woohoo," she said as the carousel music to "Give It To You" by Jordan Knight began. Just as she began to sing along with him, Kyndall turned the station. "What the hell?"
"I don't like that song," she said.
Catlyn looked at Kyndall like she was crazy. "Well, I do."
"It's my truck," Kyndall stated.
"Hmmm…" Catlyn said looking away. Turning back towards Kyndall she asked softly. "This has to do with the other night at the club doesn't it?"
"What does?"
"This whole attitude you've been giving me," Catlyn said.
"I don't have an attitude. Just because you want to play with my stereo in my truck and I won't let you, does NOT mean I have an attitude," Kyndall replied quietly.
"It's not just the stereo Kyn. Anytime I say anything to you, you bite my head off, you ignore me, or you change the subject. I'm sorry."
"For what? For dancing with the only guy in all the world that I love and want to be with even though promised me you wouldn't bring them up or talk about them in anyway?"
"Kyn, it's not even like that. I went to the rest room, and when I came back, Dylan was off dancing with some chick. Not that he was that exciting to begin with. And then I was walking back towards the bar when some dude walks up and asks me to dance. I didn't even recognize him at first."
"But when you did, you sure didn't stop yourself from getting all cozy with him," Kyndall snapped at her.
"Whatever. What was I supposed to do? Oh. You're AJ McLean. I'm sorry, I can't dance with you because my best friend is a psycho maniac who is in love with you and would make my life a living hell because I had one dance with you?" Catlyn snapped back.
Kyndall looked at her. "That's what you think I am? A psycho maniac?"
Catlyn sighed. "No Kyn. That is not what I think. I was making a point."
"What? That I'll never be good enough to date him?"
"No Kyndall. That isn't it either. But by the way you acted towards him the other night, I'd probably die from shock if he ever gave you the chance," Catlyn said.
"Thanks. Some friend you are," Kyndall murmured.
"Look, I'm sorry Kyn," Catlyn said. "I didn't think it would bother you that much. And I really didn't think that you would see it. You were clear across the room."
"Yeah, well, your wonderful friend Dylan was dancing with Miranda. That was why I went looking for you."
"Oh man," Catlyn sighed. "I am soooo sorry sweetie."
Kyndall shrugged. "Oh well. I'll get over it."
The girls rode in relative silence the rest of the way to Orlando. The little conversation they did have was very strained, and they were both relieved when they pulled into the parking lot of the Florida Mall. Walking inside, they decided to go their separate ways for a while and do their own thing.
