Chapter 19

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(Y/N) POV

(Y/N): Sooo wanna play a game?

Bree: Are you sure you wanna play a game while we're flying?

(Y/N): i was gonna suggest eye spy but if you're too busy being moody that's fine.

Bree: jerk, I'm not being moody

She tried to hit me.

(Y/N): i could just drop you

Bree: cause it hurt so much last time, do it i dare you.

(Y/N): too much work, I'll have to dig you out of the snow and i really don't want to do that right now, it's pretty peaceful

Bree: Yeah, it is.

Several moments of silence followed that.

Bree: So, eye spy?

(Y/N): definitely

Bree: I spy something that is orange.

(Y/N): your hair.

Bree: not what i meant but it is orange,

(Y/N): uhhhhhh a tree?

Bree: too easy?

(Y/N): nothing here is orange other than that so kinda yeah.

Bree: ok fine the it's your turn.

(Y/N): I spy something that is, red.

Bree: my bag?

(Y/N): nope.

Bree: Then, my shirt?

(Y/N): guess again.

Bree: you can't see my bra can you?!

(Y/N): ew gods no. you got some food on your face.

Bree: oh, why didn't you tell me earlier?!!!!

(Y/N): why are you more upset about that then about me seeing your bra?

Bree: You wouldn't understand.

(Y/N): women.

Bree: name one woman you know who wouldn't kick your butt, and then maybe you can say that.

(Y/N): oh shut up, you're not allowed to be right about that.

Bree: I spy something that is black.

(Y/N): hmm the tunnel up ahead?

Bree: dang it, am i that obvious?

(Y/N): no that was a question, should i go through the tunnel up ahead?

Bree: oh, sure, do you want to land there for a break?

(Y/N): you sure? I could keep going.

Bree: As your leader I say that we will land there to retain stamina.

(Y/N): aye aye captain fancy.

Bree: i will draw on your face while you sleep

(Y/N): I'M SO SORRY

Bree: why you so scared?

(Y/N): i could care less if you draw on my face, but i know you'll find the worst possible time to do it, I'll be going to a party in like 10 years and have passed out in the car and you'll draw on my face. YOU REMEMBER EVERYTHING!

Bree: a loser like you going to a party, yeah right.

(Y/N): you don't get to call me a loser when you were losing at eye spy just a minute ago.

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