We get in the car and Bradly drives us to a restaurant of His choice... But... It bought we we're egonna get pizza...
"Er... What is this place called?" I ask
"Sushi Palace" he replys. (If that's a real place plz comment it BC I have no clue)
"Shushi? I've never had it
.." I say to him
"Neither have i." He politly says back.
"Oh my..." I say as we walk in and a my age boy seats us.
"Hello, My name us Shawn and I am going to be your weightier tonight. How may I help you?" The weightier Shawn asks
"Neither of us have has sushi before... So just, give us the chefs recommends please." Brad says.
"Of course" Shawn says ad he walks off.
* 30 mins pass*
"Here you are, Chef Recommend as asked for." Shawn says placing down the food
"Thank you" I say
"Thanks mate" brad says
We both kinda just sit in awkward silence staring at it
"Well, if someone is gonna have the balls to saat it, I guess it will be me." I say as u pic up one of the rice roll things with fish on it and poke it into my mouth.
"How is it?" Brad asks
"Find out for yourself" I say picking one up and feeding it to him
"Its good, huh." I say almost as a question
"Yip" Brad says as he pics ontother item off the tray and feeds it to me.
We keep this up till the food is gone, laughing and talking as we do. Till I got up to use the restroom and say Mikey. But... He was alone, outside, and staring into the window from across the start at a coffie place.
Text messages
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To: EX Mikey :(
From: Jazz
**"*""**********
Me: WTF ARE U DOIN?!
Mikey: What?! I'm sorry if I'm not aloud to have a coffee.
Me: its 9:40 at night. THE DAMN COFFEE PLACE IS CLOED YOU DIP!
Mikey: So.
Me: So. GET THE FUCK AWAY!
Mikey: calm down , jazzy
Me: No. You dumped me, I moved on, now your being a jealous ass and Creeping on us. NOW LEAVE.
Mikey: No. I don't want to.
Me: why the hell not?!
Mikey: Because. I was stupid.
Me: no, you are stupid. Now bye
Miley: I know I am. And I want you back. I was stupid to dump you over some thing stupid like that it was pointless and wrong. I still love you jazz, please, take me back.
Me: I'm on a date, can we please talk about this later?
Mikey: yeah, bye
Me: bye
**************
I walk back to the table and bras is all ready to go.
"Ready?" He asks
"Yeah." I say and we leave.
Ugh, why is everything so complicated?
