I just have to say to you I have this kind of superpower. I see a person and I just know she is the right for the other. Of course I am not always 100% sure cos I don't want to mess up with everything making a horrid mistake so like I did last year (After I put a gay guy with Jennifer she never acted the same...), so I have to talk to the person first. And that was what I needed to do with Harry.
So there was him with his black curls, Ray-Ban sunglasses and a half smile upon his face. He was calmly wearing some messed jeans and a black T-shirt of Ramones with some random friend wearing a Fray's T-shirt. I don't quite like The Fray (urgh!) so I just ignored him.
I was hoping that Harry would buy some carrots or something cos well that's what people do in Valentine's Day... You are probably asking yourself: "Who the hell but carrots in the Valentine's Day?" Well, retard, if you don't know most people like to buy fresh food to cook to their loves so most people buy carrots cos.. cos...cos carrots are cool, kay?!
Coming back to Harry in front of my booth. He was calmly walking with his friends and stopped to look out for the great and amazing carrots of the best person in the world that is....JESSIEEEEEEEEE?!
Jessie sells carrots too and his booth is right in front of me. He just smiled evilly knowing I wanted that costumer. Why the hell was he in a man's booth, when I was, as sexy as always, on my booth ready to sell him some good carrots? That boy had mental problems! Or he was gay... (oh no, Jennifer problem again no...)
I needed to call his attention. I needed. I was so sure he was the one for my Justie and he is slipping out of my hands... I couldn't let this opportunity scape, especially with Demon challenging me. I. Had. To. Call. His. ATTENTION!
But how?! Well, there was a way...but it would be too risky... Well, it worked out when I tried to call Kendall's attention for Katie, but I didn't quite know if it would work out with Harry...especially with Harry...
But I had to give it a try! So I got up on the table of the booth and screamed as loud as I could.
"CARROTS FOR SALE! 50% CHEAPER! C'MON PEOPLE! CARROTS FOR SALE!" and then lots of women came in front of me like if I was giving the cure of cancer (I was scared, maaaaaaan! I never thought I would be scared because of a bunch of compulsive buyers, but I was) and I remembered I couldn't do a sale in that year cos I've already done last year. Dad would kill me and make me work even more! What should I do?
"SALE JUST FOR 20 YEAR OLD MEN! SALE JUST FOR 20 YEAR OLD MEN! DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU ARE GAY, BI OR WHATEVER! IF YOU ARE 20 YEAR OLD MEN YOU CAN COME!" People looked at me sadly and went away. 'Not this time, bitchez!' I screamed in my mind and then I saw the only 20 year old boys there right in front of me.
"Hey, girl. I'm 20. And you?" The green eyed said in a cheeky way making me almost role my eyes, while taking his Ray-Bans of. Almost. Then I started to look at him and was almost sure I knew him somewhere... I knew him. But that would be impossible cos I'd have make him go out with Justine already and no single and he wouldn't be free and womanizer like he obviously was. I am crazy for sure. Oh I knew him.... WHATEVER! What did he ask? Oh he said he was 20 and asked my age...
He didn't have 20 here or in China for sure! He was too cute for that, but I chose to ignore this fact and got into his game.
"Why do you have so much interest in me?" I answered half smiling at him and looking at his green eyes so he could think I was flirting with him and call his attention.
"Why shouldn't I?" He replied back smiling at my attitude. Well, I wasn't there to flirt, was I?
"Didn't you come to buy some carrots,.....?" I made a doubt face so he could know I was asking for his name in a polite way I learned in school with Misses Wilson. That woman really taught me well!
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