Arm Wound

I realized that I talk a lot when my dad picks me up. From the moment I get in his car until we arrive at his house some hours later, I just do not shut up. I talk about school and other people and things I want to do and things I wish I hadn't done and I don't even know how he deals with it twice a month like that cause I get annoyed with myself after an hour or so.
I also don't know exactly what that means though. I'm just wondering if that happens because I try to catch him up on everything that's going on, or because I don't tell my mom a quarter of anything at all, or because I just don't have anyone else to tell.
Nope, I have other people to tell.
It's definitely just the first two things, then.
Well we happened to be at the Janns because he needed to go the post office, and we just happened to start talking about Olivia for some reason, when I mentioned she worked at Daphne's, which we happened to be walking by. And then we turned. And then we saw her standing inside, doing something or other. And then I averted my eyes and kept walking, and proceeded to hyperventilate when my dad waved and said "Hey she wants us to go in! She's waving at you!"
He's a really funny fucking guy.
45 seconds later he made another comment about Olivia beckoning to us, and I then told him off for being a very cruel and obnoxious person.
It's just weird to think that that whole kind of insignificant scenario happened right in front of her, in front of huge glass windows, and had she turned around she would have seen me struggling with my dad to keep walking.
It's just weird to think that even though it was kind of insignificant, it made me think, and it made my dad think too. And maybe had she witnessed the insignificance, and put her own spin on things from her view of my struggle, it would have made her think too.
It's just weird to think, really very weird to think, that had I let my dad go inside like he begged me to do, what would have ensued.
"Akiva!" She would have said, delightedly.
"Hello, Olivia! How are you?" He would have drawled in his accent.
Only to be followed with a, "You know, Olivia, I know you and Maya fight sometimes, but she really loves you, you know that?"
"Uch well, she's so mean." Or something. I know, right? Total bitch, I am.
"Well, I just want you to know, that when I go back outside, and we get in the car, she's going to sit there and say 'Dad, even after everything, all our fights and all the mean things she's said and I've said and all that, I was thinking about it before, and I'd take a bullet for that girl.' And then I'm going to say to her, Mayaleh, you say she wants nothing to do with you, why would you do that? Why do you love her so much? And she'll say, 'I can't just stop, Dad.' And then I'll say, but Mayaleh, you know what you're saying? You know that means you'd die for her, to take a bullet for her? You'd risk your life? To which she'll thoughtfully respond, 'Well, I'd defintley take a bullet in the arm for her.' Okay Olivia? Be nice to my Mayaleh. Goodbye."

It's just weird to think, really very weird to think.