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"Your a what" I ask laughing
"A youtuber" he says again "good for you" I say laying back with my hands behind my head he sits up "for real?" I nod

"So you don't care that girls chase me around all the time" I laugh looking at him

"Don't flatter yourself" he widens his eyes and shakes his head laying back down his shoulder against mine. I flinch.

"It's real cool in here" I say looking through the patched ceiling
"Ya"
"So is this the place you take every girl" I ask he looks at me strangely

"I knew it" I say laughing
"Don't be mad" he says again
"Why would I be mad it's not like I like you" I chuckle and shuffle uncomfortably

"Well don't you" he asks I stay silent

"Pass the chips" he laughs and hands them to me as I crunch on them angrily. "so I saw you have a ukulele.. do you play?"

"No I just own it and carry it everywhere, but don't play it" I roll my eyes he sighs "you are very sarcastic"

"It's my specialty"

"Anyway when did you learn to play" he asks me

"When I was 8. you ask too many questions" I say he shakes his head "look I'm just trying to make conversation with a girl I'm going to have to live with for the next two weeks" he lays back again

"Two weeks?-" I ask "that's kind of harsh don't you think" he makes his eyebrow fury in confusmint

"What do you mean... we aren't kicking you out. hell my mom loves you! I'm moving out." I look over kind of sad but.. I don't know why...

"Oh"

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