In which sneaky glances are not so sneaky.

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by DollPartss

by DollPartss

Lucy: keep your eyes to the road.

Me: what?

Lucy: you keep looking at me. I'm scared you'll crash your car.

Me: I'm not looking at you.

Lucy: you are.

Me: not.

Lucy: am.

Me: not.

Lucy: you're so immature for someone turning nineteen, wow.

Me: oh shut up and get out of my car.

Lucy: it's almost like old times.

Me: we still have a long way to go until we can be friends again.

Lucy: friends?

Me: yeah?

Lucy: oh. Thanks for the ride.

Me: bye then. I'll see you next time you come over with Lou.

Lucy: okay.