I dont care

*Misty lets out a long sigh. She cared about Carson she did and though she wanted to be upset she wasent.*

"The past is the past Carson, I dont care about it. I sure as heck am not sorry I care about you and if dispointment comes, I'll deal with it than. For now I still stand to what I said before. Your not pushing me away, end of story."

*Misty looks down at the ground again diging her toe into the dirt as she sits on the hood of the car. The cold hard look starts to fade, and the fire yet very dim still shines through proving itself there.*

"Come here Carson. Let me finish looking at your wrist."