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"Well Jesus, what do you want from me?"
"I don't know, maybe for you to retun my calls. Or would that kill you?"
"For the love of God..."
"Hey," I said. Tre and Joni stared at me for a moment, then went back to arguing. The scene was not unusual. Joni sat in the front, turing her upper body to argue with Tre, who sat behind me. Peter, or Puck as we called him, sat behind Joni, staring out the window.
With a sigh, I turned up the Dandy Warhols, hoping that "Scientist" would block the bitter bickering of Tre and Joni.
The couple had been together since eighth grade. They had an unplesant habit of breaking up every six months. They were currently on the verge of Breakup # 6: You Are So Irresposible.
"Zee," Tre began, "does Joni ever return your phone calls?"
Inside, I rolled my eyes. One, because I was getting tossed into the argument, two, my nickname. Is Zia really that long? Does it honestly need to have a sylable chopped off?
"I don't remember," I said.
"Oh, so you're on her side?"
"I'm not on anyone's side," I replied, my words overflowing with exasperation.
Tre truned back to argue. He must have figured out that I wasn't going to help. That or I had answered his questions.
I glanced in my rearview mirror. Behind me a clean silver hybrid rolled along. Two men sat in fornt. They'd glace at each other with smiling mouths and eyes. I smiled at them and the serenity of their car.
Joni's shout broght me back to the car I was in.
"Oh, sorry," I said.
"I hate to be a bitch my dear, but since I am getting my car soon and he is still riding with you, I don't belive I'll be riding with you much anymore. Now will you please return me home."
"Oh, that's a shame," I said with no feeling.
I pulled intoJoni's driveway. She quickly hopped out and went inside. Tre, Puck and I sat in silence for a moment. Then Puck spoke.
"I totally call perma-shottie now."