Well that's not my fault, no one asked you to wear a 4-inch long dress. No one asked you to wear 6 inch heels. No one asked you to go to parties every single night. But I feel bad. And I'm sorry.
But I couldn't say all that to Christina's face. She seemed to be in much more pain. She was crying like the way I do when I spill something on my favourite outfits.
"Does Cap-" I paused, "does Brad knows?" I'm sure Christina knows her brother's real name.
She shaked her head no. "He's gonna tell Mom and Dad," she cried.
Well duh.
I helped the occupied stomach woman to her feet. Then I made her go inside and rest.
Captain came up with some wires and tape and a couple of different things in a box. He strangely looked at her crying sister and continued to walk on.
"What trouble has she caused this time?" Asked the confused brother.
Bigger trouble than you think.
Walking upstairs with Christina, I gave a serious look and asked, "who's the other half of this?"
She sniffed softly and replied, "Justin- Justin Field."
"I've heard that name before."
Christina's sad mascara dripping face nodded. "The master of parties."
I rushed downstairs to where Captain worked. He waited for me to catch my breath.
"Will you go to a party with me tomorrow night?"
The old jerk laughed and pointed at his clothes. "This is about how far I shall go, I've never done a party!"
"You are now!" I demanded.
He didn't say yes, but he didn't say no either.
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The Scientific Jerk
RomantikThis is clearly unhealthy. I mean he stands straight and tall with his hands behind his back. And anybody who sees him would think of him as a nice guy or a great scientist. Then he would open his mouth. And the words that spill out of him would bre...
