It’s Valentines Day in two days and I am stuck for a gift to show him how much he has come to mean to me. What exactly do you get someone who has saved your life? Of course, I have saved his also. But that is not the point. The point is I find myself growing fond of the little brat. I even enjoy our arguments. And we have plenty of those. Yet however much our personalities clash, we get on well. I tolerate him and he adores me. I can’t say I blame him. I would if I had to look at me all the time we saw each other.
Maybe I could take him for a ride. A nice long ride where there are lots of people I can show off to. Not that I show off of course. Leave that job to Sunstreaker; he’s egotistical enough to do that. Even though I’m better looking than he is.
That’s what I’ll do. Treat him to a glorious ride, maybe to wherever he wants. It’s not as if I don’t do enough for him anyway. I could do this for him. Make him look good.
Because looking good is the greatest gift of all.