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Alora Kaylin Anderson

" What time is it now chauffeur?"

" Call me that one more time I swear to fucking god."

So we've just gotten back to town and let me tell you it was a long ass six hour drive.

Me and Eli quickly found out our music taste is very similar.

Poor Daxon.

Lemme tell you there was, very much screaming very much singing, very much scream singing.

Very much Daxon yelling and getting angry at anything Eli did.

Like I said, very long six hours.

To try and at least help a little bit I answer the previous question about the time.

" It's a quarter past eleven."

I fucking hate when people say that like bitch just tell me it's eleven fifteen.

" Oh we're gonna make it but we would have to leave now." Eli says.

I'm nosy.

" Wait where are we going?"

Daxon gives me a little British glance before answering.

The fuck is a British glance?

" You, love, are going back to your flat."

Did I just get uninvited.

" No man if we drop her off we won't make it."

Yess Eli! Sticking up for me. That's my bestie.

" Well we're not bringing her. It's not safe."

Excuse me. I can very much protect myself.

" I can fuck a bitch up Daxy I swear."

" Exactly! Please Daxon let's being her. It'll be fun and I bet you she doesn't want to go home yet. Right Peaches?"

Well I don't really have a home to go to right now Eli.

" Exactly. C'mon British butter boy! Bring me with you. I love adventures."

" I need to take some pages from your book Peaches jeez, how do you come up with these nicknames?" Eli says.

" Oh Im Jewish."

" Really?"

" No."

Daxon sighs and gives me another British glance.

" Right. Fine. She can come."

Oh in your fucking face!

" Yes dude! Peaches this is gonna be so fun your going to love it."