"ARGLE ARGYLE TURN AROUND!!!!!"
"hes right behind me isnt he..." he says with a smirk leaning against the side of the pizza van, beaming his swagger flicking a finger gun at me and clicking his tongue.
Suddenly, argyle's jaw drops to the floor like the mask.
"b-b-baby?" i try to spit out.
he drops his down and stares at his hair.
My beautiful sparkling eyes dart down to his hair.
it's on the floor??
The earth shakes as my big fiancé drops to the floor, throwing his head back wailing.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" i splutter out.
Quarterback Jack is T-posing behind him, switch blade in hand.
Clutching his 17 inch black locs, only a bob remains.
"oh its not THAT bad, you've been needing a haircut anyways.."
the football teams roars with laughter.
i snap my head around to Argie and he's lying flat face on the floor, swimming in his hair.
"it's over y/n, its all over. Good morning! oh and in case if i don't see you, good afternoon, good evening and good night." he forces out, shutting his eyes.
oh.. my.. god..
He's gone.
h'es actually gone.
Jack is laughing hysterically. "THIS IS MY PERFECT VICTORY THAT RIGHT I WIN."
isnt he dreamy, i gush
Jack sweeps me off my feet and chucks me on his shoulders.
we share a passionate smooch leaving a string of spit between us. i slurp it like spagetti.
"well" jack huffs, "are you going to asnwer my question?"
i stare down at Argyle on the floor and leap like a ballerina over him landing in a tripple spin.
"yes as long as you can handle my crackhead energy" i say snapping my fingers sassily.
"HAHAHHAHHA UR SO SILLY' jack screams spitting and punching me at the same time.
"i love you mrs Quarterback Jack."
"i wuv u too cwutie pwie" while doing the ahego pose.
our fingers interlock easily due to the exess oils under my nails.
"y/n.....?" someone says weakly.
i swing around hands ready to punch.
it was argie poo?
"ive moved on uhhh clearly!!" i spit sassily.
the football team hoists me and roars with laighter.
"WAIT I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU. IM PREGANT AND ITS URS"
a/n: wow dude
