(Sorry this one is really short. My next chappie will be a lot longer though!)
Bye!" Calum, Ashton, and I shouted to me and Ashton's boss.
Calum and I raced to the car, but I was first so I got to ride shotgun.
Ashton turned on the radio and a song I definitely knew came on.
Well I'll look at it this way,
I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast,
So, pour the champagne, pour the champagne (I Write Sins Not Tragedies, Panic! At The Disco)
Calum and Ashton squealed then started singing.
Thing is-I love this song.
So there I was, sitting in the passenger seat, folding my arms, crossing one leg over the other, and biting my lip very hard. To stop myself from belting at the lyrics.
However, I couldn't help but subtlety rock back and forth to the rhythm of the song.
Then Calum and Ashton stopped singing, but I didn't pay much attention-my jam was on.
I'd chime in with a
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in,
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
Ashton stammered, "Uh E-Erin?"
Calum finished, "Are you humping the seat?"
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