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go. Might as well start now. “Seriously, Walker, you’re passing up ice cream?” She looked at me like I had three heads all talking at the same time.
    “I told you , Carmen. Mom needs help at the shop tonight. Don’t worry we are still on for Friday night.”
    “Yeah , but that’s like three days away.” She pouted. Was three days enough time to help stop my heart from breaking? I’ve had the last thirty-six- hundred, give or take, days to not fall in love with her, and, well, that didn’t happen. It was going to be a fucking miracle if I could get over her in three days.
    “Guess you better get used to being on your own , since you want to fly the coop so soon,” I said with not an ounce of compassion. This was killing me; and as petty as it sounded, I wanted her to feel how I felt; the uncertainty of tomorrow was my biggest fear right now. “Guess you’re right, Walker,” Carmen replied quietly as she stared out the window.
    I refuse d to let this destroy me anymore than it already had.
     
     
    I kept our friendship super casual for the next three days. Carmen knew something was up but never pushed me to tell her what was wrong. Hell, I even asked Brittany Evans out on a date for Sunday night. I had to take control of my future; I knew she wasn’t going to be a part of it, so might as well find someone else to have a little fun with. Sitting around and moping would only go so far; I needed to enjoy life again, without all the doom and gloom hanging over my head.
    Sitting outside Carmen’s farm house , I waited for her so we could head out to the party. Life would be easier if she had a stupid cell phone, but this girl refused. Some bullshit that people could find her and be able to tie her down, was always the excuse she gave if anyone ever brought up the cell phone issue. If anyone was looking for her, they knew just to find me; we were always together anyway. Well, that would hold true until next week when she runs off.
    I glance d at the clock and realized it was a little after nine. Where in the hell is this woman ? I was about to get out and find her crazy ass, when a blur came sprinting across the lawn. “Sorry you had to wait for me, Prince Charming, but I was partaking in a little nightcap to get the evening started.”
    An obviously already drunk Carmen hauled herself into the truck. I had to silently count to ten, because the clothing she had on tonight was making another member of my body take notice. She was rocking a pair of jeans that were so tight, yet had holes that seemed like they could barely hold on to her body. I’m pretty sure it’s the pair with the gigantic rip right under her ass; letting her left ass cheek show off its fullness. And what southern girl wouldn’t be complete without a confederate flag tank top that’s seen better days? Her lime green bra peeked through the sides, and the straps stood out against the small frayed edges of the tank top. Glancing down at her feet, I noticed she had on her favorite old worn boots, still sporting the mud from her bridge jumping moment last week. This was the perfect woman, if she could just settle the hell down and stay put for more than three seconds.
    “ Let’s go, Walker; I need to get my drink on!” Carmen laughed as she leaned over to turn the radio station. I caught a glimpse down the front of her shirt as she bent down to turn the dial; the fullness of her breasts and tight stomach made my crotch scream for attention. “Walker Gene Mason, were you just sneaking a peek down my shirt?” she shrieked, trying to act all modest.
    “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before ,” I manage to rush out, throwing the truck into drive and begging my eyes to stay on the road and not look at her. “Oh, Walker, I know you love my boobs. Just think about how freaking amazing they will be once I get them done. I’m thinking a full D. Is that too much?” Carmen pulled her shirt up over her bra, giving me a full frontal view of her