It was a hot day. There was no other way to describe it. The temperature was so high that the digital thermometers were bursting. My girlfriend and I were driving around town when she asked for a drink. "Get me a drink," she forcefully asked. I obliged, seeing as how she wouldn't shut up if I didn't. Why do I talk about her like that? Because we aren't in love. I'm seventeen and she is ageless; we don't delude ourselves with visions of happiness due to love. Why do we stay together then? There isn't anyone else to go to. And the avoidance of delusion is mutual, so we get along just famously. We had both decided that love was against our respective lack of religions. It was easier that way. Truth to tell, I always figured that Amanda and I would get married, although I knew almost nothing about her. For instance, I knew that her name was Amanda Studafer, and that her nickname was "Studdy", but I didn't know where she was from or how old she was. I met her at a camp sponsored dance. She walked up to me at the dance and told me that I was going to dance with her. I couldn't believe the audacity of her forwardness, so I said no. Then my sense kicked in and said that I'd dance with her because I was "intrigued" by her. Intrigued? she demanded. Oh, yes, I responded. I wanted to know why she picked me. Why not? was the answer. Ah, ha. I tried to think of an intelligent response when my mouth caught up to my brain, which had been trying to escape, and I said "Because." Because why? Ummm......I had to think, but my mind ran away after the 'because.' Umm...I responded, because no one else gives a damn about me? Oh, is that all? she said. Wah? I hadn't a clue where I was. This was unfamiliar territory. Well, it's typical for people of you type. And from that moment on I couldn't keep her out of my mind. She was just so.....so.....so there! So that's how we ended up where we were. At the convenience mart at a gas station. "Something cold, with ice in it." "Yes, Queen Amanda." "Thank you." I got out of my car and walked into the store. I quickly found a machine for pop, but it was out of ice. I searched through the store, but not a single piece of ice could I find. I asked the cashier, and she told me that a dark and mysterious looking man had bought all of the ice in the store just before I arrived. I looked out the window and saw him staring at me. I decided that I could probably buy the ice from him, so I went out to talk to him. He didn't look so mysterious as just plain evil. I think it was the horns, but I can't be sure. It might have been the beard and red jumpsuit that made me think twice about asking him for the ice. I thought twice, and then asked him anyway. "Sure!" he said. "I'll give you the ice.....if you give me something in return. Something very valuable to you! I want--" "My soul?" "What? Your soul? No, I wanted you watch, but I'll take your soul instead." And then he handed me the ice-maker. Should I finish this story? Write to me and tell me if I should. My email address is siledragon@drgmail.com.