A/N: thanks for d support :*
"Let's play twenty questions!" Brandy screamed out of nowhere. I mentally face palmed myself.
I stared at him uncannily. "Are you stupid? Are you a second grader or something?"
He scoffed and pointed a finger at me. "How dare you underestimate the power of twenty questions!"
I casually rolled my eyes at him but agreed to his suggestion. "Fine, fine. You start it."
"Are you a virgin?"
My eyes enlarged at his question. After a minute, I finally regained my composure. "Do I look like one?" I asked sarcastically.
"Yes. Yes you do." He simply answered.
"Ding ding ding! Congratulations, bitch. You got the answer right." I imitated some bell noises.
"No need to be cranky about it." He smirked. "It's your turn."
"What's your favorite color?" I randomly asked. I wanted to take it back since it was too much of a common question but I was late.
"Midnight blue. Yours?"
"Is that your question?" I asked for reassurance.
"No, Jane. It's my fucking answer." He sarcastically said.
"It's navy blue." I whispered.
He closed his eyes. "What? I can't hear you."
"It's navy blue, damn." I said.
"I honestly can't hear a single thing coming out of your mouth."
"IT'S NAVY BLUE!" I screamed at him to make it clear this time.
He widened his eyes at me. "Why were you even whispering in the first place?"
"Because I like navy blue." I muttered softly.
"What's wrong with liking navy blue?" He furrowed his eyebrows.
"It means that I don't like pink."
"What's wrong with not liking pink?"
"Pink is a girly color." I pointed out. Most people might disagree with me regarding this matter. But when you try to generalize it, pink really is a girly color.
"What's wrong with pink being a girly color?" He asked again.
"You might think I'm not a girl." I said while pouting in a really uncanny way.
"So what? At least you have boobies." He grinned devilishly and I smacked his back. He just laughed at me harder.
"Pervert." I mumbled.
"Weirdo." He mumbled back which caused me to fall from my seat and laugh so hard.
"What's so hilarious?" He asked.
"I just called you a pervert and you argue with me by calling me back a weirdo? What are you, five?" I replied.
"No. I'm 21." He argued.
"And I'm freaking 69." I rolled my eyes and we both chuckled.
"For a nerd, you're pretty deviant." He concluded and I glared at him.
We had managed to stay silent the whole car ride so far. The only sounds we heard were panting of breaths and honking of cars. I glanced at my clock and found out that six minutes had already passed. I was honestly still overwhelmed by the current situation which disabled me to open my mouth and utter a sentence. Not even a single word.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Dylan
ChickLit"Don't even say anything. I'm gonna be honest with you, alright? People like you shouldn't be friends with people like me. Trust me, I've seen too much." I whispered to him and immediately walked away, trying to avoid the amused stares and dagger-li...
