Truth:Chapter 2

Truth: Chapter Two
“Sorry, Tom!” I gasped.”I just came back from class, and the traffic was terrible!”
“It’s okay, Christina. I ordered your usual. Colin told me. Don’t worry.” Tom replied.
“So, how was you day?” I asked while I sat down, taking off my coat.
“Good. Greg asked about you.”
“Ugh, he’s obsessed! Tell him I have a boyfriend- no I’m a lesbian!” I said dramatically
Tom raised an eyebrow, like he always does around me.
“Are you?” he asked.
“Oh, pish. That’s not the point- I just need to get him to go away. He’s not my type.” I said
“What is? It’s my turn of Truth. Therefore, you must answer”
“What I'm looking for is some indication of a brain.”
He laughed. I love the way he laughed. It’s rich, like marsh- mellows burning on a fireplace,does that make sense?
My turn.
“What do you look for in a friendship?”
“Hmn, I have to think about that one.” Tom paused. “Humor, you have to make me laugh, hold a conversation, well-versed in literature, interested in politics, and pretty much- well…that’s it”
“That last bit was eloquent. Where do you get your vocabulary?” I then tried to raise an eyebrow, but failed spectacularly.
“Ha ha, Christina.My turn. Why are you obsessed with coffee?”
“Redundant question. Coffee is the nectar from the gods. If, given the chance, I could replace the blood from my veins with coffee, I would gladly do so.”
“Ah, I see.” He responded.
“Mhm.Okay, you get very annoyed when Greg mentions God, do you not believe?” I was very curious about the answer, seeing as I don’t believe in a higher power.
“To tell the truth,” he started.” I tried to believe .But, the whole system is flawed. For one, the bible is flawed. It was written by Man, how do you know it wasn’t misinterpreted, or even made up. A fairytale, you can say. Sorry, do I seem like a crackpot?”
“No, not at all. I don’t believe in God, as well. Mostly because Christens are such hypocrites. They say they are accepting. Yet, they don’t accept homosexuals. Hell, they pray for their souls. As if they are damned, just for being who they are. Further more, the stories are unrealistic, borderline ludicrous. “
We went on a debate about Christianity, Buddhism, and breached on politics for over two hours until we said our farewells
“I guess its time to say our goodbyes.” Tom said.

“I guess it is. Same time, next week?”
“Actually, there is a family thing going on Saturday if you are willing to come with me?”
“Sure. Pick me up?”
He smiled, and we both drove on our separate ways.