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Van horn by Saint Motel
Well tell me do you hate me Or do you wanna date me? It's kinda hard to tell 'cause your eyes are looking crazy!
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"Mr. Ackerman! Are you asking me on a date?"
"Tch, why not?"
"aha? So let me get that right. You aka the cold-hearted no emotion clean freak is inviting me on a date?"
"Tch maybe let's not call it a date...not yet at least. But yes if you take it like that...Also, I'm NOT cold-hearted brat."
"Yeah yeah, whatever. But if you're thinking that way the first thing to fix is MAYBE to not call me a brat."
"No, go."
"C'mon. Or I won't stop calling you shortie. You're choice."
"...What else am I supposed to call you?" he asked with a general confusion mixed with a tone of sarcasm.
"I don't know? Maybe my name. Or if you would rather prefer you can call me boss, ma'am, mommy-" and I lost it and he coughed on the smoke he just tried to inhale out the cigarette.
"SO I'm going to stop right there." I tapped his back.
"Chill Levi I was just kidding...Or was I ;) "
pause
"You know what maybe we should change the theme and go somewhere before you change my mind." I laughed at the statement and so we went back inside the building.
I mean what's there to lose in trying to make something out of this.
a lot was the answer I should've known
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But I simply just didn't think about it at that point in my life.
And I am oh so grateful. But at the same time hate me for it.
