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Chpt. 9

A/N: I would like to give a thanks to everlarkfairytales for helping me and giving me ideas for this chapter. You should read her book, it's great!
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It's the end of the school day, and I have been nervous about going to Brock's house all day. I walk out the front doors of the school, and start looking for Brock. But I don't see him.
Finally after looking for a little while, I find him standing by his car. It looks like a really nice car, but I'm good with cars, so I have no idea what kind it is. "Hey," I say.
"Oh, hi." He replies. "Hop in." He says motioning to his car. I open the passenger side door.
"So..." He says. "What kind of music do you like to listen to?"
"I honestly don't care."
"Oh, come on. Do you at least like an artist or band?"
"I like Taylor Swift. I guess." I reply.
"You guess, seriously!"
"Fine I like Taylor Swift."
"That's better. Now we are going to listen to Pink Floyd." He states. "Do you like him?"
"Ya, he's fine. I haven't really listened to them really though."

We pull up at his house. His house is huge. "Wow!" I say.
"You like it?" He asks.
"It's huge."
"I know." He starts walking forwards. "Come on." And I follow him in.
He sits down on his couch, and I sit down across from him in a chair, and put my books on the coffee-table.
"So, you want to go out some time?" He asks casually.
"Wow, you like to get straight to the point."
"Ya it's just the kind of man I am. So, what's your answer?" He says, and I see a little pleading in his eyes.
"Sure, it would be fun. I guess."
"Cool, now let's get to work."
And we start working on our project for while. Than he brings me home. I am so tired after that, so I just go right to sleep.