A Partridge In A Pear Tree

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a partridge in a pear tree.

This should be re-written for my friend.

On the first day of Christmas, my weird friend gave to me a pear because she lost the stupid partridge.
DISCLAIMER: i tell this story better in person. if you haven't heard this story, ask me about it, and i'll gladly tell you complete with handmotions and facials.

Hannah and i have decided that it would be really awesome to do the twelve days of Christmas for our friend. We'll call him... eh, screw nicknames, he's Quentin. and yesterday was day one. that's partridge in a pear tree, in case you missed that.
So, after youth group, Logan was like, "Drive me home." and i was all, "I have to run an errand." As soon as the boy found out that i had to buy a pear, he was all for accompanying me. so we jumped in the little Taurus that is my bestest friend, oh how i'd missed it, and sped off to Walmart, which is all of twenty feet from the church.
we parked in the back, sprinted inside, and found the pears. Logan selected two (One for us and one for Quentin), one of which i accidentally threw on the floor, we shoved them in a bag, and bought them. i bought them. err... Dad bought them. haha. then we sprinted back to the car, it was freezing, jumped in, and turned the heat all the way up. and Logan turned on the radio. (The kid has this weird, odd addiction to rap, and makes me listen to it when i cart him around. fortunately, i'm fond enough of him that i can handle it.)
so, while we're driving, i told him the plan.
Me: I'm going to pull into David's driveway, turn around, and put the car in park down the road a little. you jump out, take the pear and the note in this bag, and set it on the doorstep. then you'll ring the doorbell and run away. i'll be waiting.
Logan: -super serious face- Caitie, what if they see me?
Me: Run faster.
Logan: Caitie, what if something goes wrong?
Me: -looks at Logan out of the corner of eye- -turns and pounces- -throws arms around Logan's neck, kisses his ear- In case you don't come back.
Logan: O_O you... you kissed me ear...
then i got to Quentin's house, pulled into David's driveway, turned around, let Logan out.
Me: -strangely excited- Good luck!
Logan: I'LL BE BACK! I WILL FIND YOU!
then he runs away, and i pull around to the other side of Quentin's driveway, turn off my lights, and put the car in park. then i turn around in my seat and see Logan sneaking up to the house. he walks up to the door, sets the bag on the porch, and i see him ring the doorbell. and then i see him running as fast as his little legs can take him. he sprints across the driveway, into David's yard, just as the lights come on. i lose sight of Logan. i see someone come to the door, open it slowly, and then they disappear. the lights FINALLY go off, and a few seconds later i see Logan running up David's driveway, holding his cellphone like a flashlight, looking for me. i flip on my lights, he runs up, leaps into the car, slams the door, and screams, "DRIVE, DRIVE!"
i step on it, and we rush out of the neighborhood. i was like, "DID THEY GET THE BAG?!" they did. it was weirdly the most fun i had the whole day. it was exciting. then i called Hannah, told her what happened, and then Logan and i laughed.
by the way, the kid messes with my buttons. he rolls down my windows and random stuff. by the time we got to his house, he was blasting arctic air at me, and the rap was super loud. every time i went to change it, he slapped my hand. when he got out, he told me he was going to watch to make sure i didn't change anything. being the smart little cookie that i am, as soon as he got out of the car i locked the door and changed everything. and smiled all pretty at him, and left.
it was.
so fun.
:D