To this statement, Ravon said nothing and the pair walked in silence.
✧˖°.✧˖˚▹ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ༺༄ؘ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 5 ༄ؘ༻ₓ˚ .୧ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୭˚▹ₓ˚.✧˖°.✧
"Come on, Dad, just take a picture with me!" Ramona grabbed her father's arm and dragged his face next to hers. "It's just a selfie."
Her father sighed and then chuckled. "Hugh, fine," he muttered. "You know I don't like taking pictures, but since this is a nice moment, I guess I will."
Ramona smiled and whipped out her cheap, old phone. Even though the ice cream place they both were at had a beautiful background of a gorgeous sunset, you could barely tell because of the scarcity of quality.
Ramona took a low-quality picture with her phone. 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬!
"Wow, it looks great!" she beamed. "And you know it would look even better if I had a new phone! Please, Dad, please!"
Mr. Edmenson frowned before exhaling deeply. He had a cross look on his face and his bushy eyebrows were down-turned. "You know that we ain't have the 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 for that! How many times do I gotta tell you?!" Mr. Edmenson almost yelled. "Was this picture-taking all just a trap to ask for a new phone?"
Ramona narrowed her eyebrows as her eyelids opened more, showing her confusion. "No, it wasn't!" Ramona said quietly. "Why do you never listen to me, Pa? You ain't never wanna listen!"
"Hey-"
"All I wanted was to take a picture, and I was joking about the new phone! You n-"
"HEY!"
Ramona jumped in fear and surprise at his loud, fearsome voice. Some people also jumped and whipped their heads around, following the sound, which made Ramona sigh in embarrassment.
"Don't interrupt me or talk over me!"
"But you were the one who interrupted 𝘮𝘦!"
Mr. Edmenson grunted lowly under his breath and lunged for Ramona's ear. His daughter squealed in pain as he twisted her ear.
"You cannot talk to me like that!" He then turned around to the surprised crowd. "And for anyone who wants to call the police, go and call them! I do not care!"
Ramona started to cry because of all the embarrassment and ran from the scene. She ran all the way to her dad's "bucket" or "hunk of metal," as she like to call it, opened the car door, and slammed it shut. Ramona's cheeks were wet with tears so she began to wipe her face.
A car door opened. "Hey, why'd you run off like that?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Ramona cried. "Can we just go to Jodele's house?"
"Um, sure," Mr. Edmenson muttered. He sighed. "Sorry."
To this, Ramona kept silent and looked out the window.
"Man, why does this car engine never start the first time? I'm getting tired of this BS!" Mr. Edmenson almost yelled as he slapped his lap.
He started the car again. No luck.
Again. No luck.
Once more... no luck.
One more time... success!
"I really had to start the car five times before it decided to work," Mr. Edmenson told his daughter. "What nonsense!"
Ramona sighed and stayed silent the whole entire ride, deciding not to talk to her father until the time was right. Even though she liked her father's company and having long, interesting conversations with him, she did not open her mouth to say one thing, just to be petty.
Ramona stared outside the window and let her imagination go wild.
𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴! 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦?
𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘥𝘢 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴.
𝘋𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯?
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦... 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘺?
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦?
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵... 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘵?
𝘐'𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸.
𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦.
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘑𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦! 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦.
𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴; 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘹𝘺𝘨𝘦𝘯!
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵-𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵.
𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯.
𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.
The car slowly halted to a stop to obey the traffic lights, and Ramona could see a happy couple walking down the street. She kept on staring at them as they talked, laughed, and held hands.
𝘔𝘢𝘯, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥! Is what she thought.
Ramona's heart sighed, wishing that she was in the girl's place because, and you may not have known it before, Ramona was a hopeless romantic, a word here which means "someone who believes in things like 'love at first sight' and 'happily ever after' and will do anything to achieve this."
The car accelerated and soon, the happy couple was gone, never to be seen again by Ramona's longing eyes.
A sigh could be heard. "Um, Ramona," Mr. Edmenson muttered. "I'm sorry. You okay?"
Ramona nodded her head slowly.
"Well, do you forgive me?"
"Well, I guess so."
Both Ramona and her father put down the car's sun visors.
"I hope I ain't embarrass you 𝘵𝘰𝘰 much," Mr. Edmenson told his daughter. "What I did out there... ain't cool."
"Ya' think?" Ramona muttered. "You embarrassed me A LOT!"
"Um, sorry about that."
"No need to repeat yourself," Ramona replied. "I already forgave you."
"Thank you," Mr. Edmenson said. "That's very kind."
Ramona deeply exhaled from her nose as the car screeched to a stop. "Mhm."