Oleanders Are Supposed To Bloom In Summer

2.3. You're fucking with me

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You're fucking with me

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"I'd rather die"

"Sarin you cant just say that and your mom to everything I say!"

"No you."

"Oh my god."

"Im gonna do your mom!"

"Sarin why."

"Sexy."

"STOP!"

"No."

"Stope giving me one word responses Sarin"

"Fine, Mark Bitchface Beanstalk I dont know your last name, I am going to rail your sexy mother in the ass tonight at 7 pm, and force you to watch."

Mark looked at her and wanted to die. Not literally of course, but Sarin was practically begging for someone to tell her to shut up, but nobody on the bus was dumb enough to do that.

"Sarin, please shut up."

"Mark, you have balls of steel."

"I- I mean I do have balls yes but-Oh god, Sarin, please do not test that out, Sarin, I am begging you," He frantically said, hunched over to protect his crotch.

"Im not gonna actually kick you in the nuts bro, thats against the rules of basic friendship with guys." Sarin looked at Mark, a wide, insane, smile across her face, then goes flying into the seat in front of her as the bus stopped.

"Oh well, I've got to go Sarin, have a good rest of your day," Mark said as he walked off the bus.

"Bye bye, Beanstalk!" Sarin shouted happily after him, after she had pushed herself off of the seat in front of her.

She though how he looked kind of cute, for a guy.

Scrolling through memes on instagram, Sarin saw one she thought Mark would like. Damn it all, if only she had a way to contact him and send it to him. Maybe Instagram preferably? Instagram is less tied to being "romantic" than asking for a phone number. Goddamned fucking stigmas. Is that the word? Sarin cursed to herself, for she didn't know the awnser and the bus was pulling up at her house.