Wait, what??? She just fucking called Mr. Pervy Dancer the Asshole!!??!!
“Molly, I will kill you!” I said, and started chasing her.
“Um.. hello?” the voice on the phone, that belonged to Andy the asshole said. Damn, why does he have to have a perfect British accent?Just why? Wait, I’m getting distracted. FIND MOLLY. GET THE PHONE. HANG UP. “Who exactly is Molly? You guys are aware i can hear you, right?” the voice said curiously.
I launched myself over Molly’s bed, and grabbed the phone quickly. “Um wrong number, sir. I’m so very sorry. Won’t happen again!” I said in a thick Australian accent. Then I hung up, and deleted the call history on Molly’s phone. I took a deep breath, and slowly turned to face Molly. She looked almost half as pissed as I was.
“What the fuck did you hang up for?” she screamed. Noah came running up the stairs asking what was going on drowsily. Apparently, we woke him from his beauty rest. I quickly shooed him out of my room.
“Better question: What the fuck did you call him for? What were you thinking?” I ranted on and on. It wasn’t a huge deal, I was really reacting though. Hm.. well that’s weird.
“Um.. I need to be able to talk to whoever my best friend will be dating! He needs to have a talk!” she said reasonably, like it was the most sensible thing in the world.
I gave her a thump on the back of the head, as I walked past. “I’m not going to be dating him! He has the nickname of Andy the Asshole for a reason! I don’t like him like that. He was just a hottie to dance with for one time, and one time only! He was an asshole!” I said.
“Um... a super hot asshole that I ship you with!” Oh shit. It just got serious. Molly has this thing, where if she ships you with someone, and gets three other people to make it an official ship, then she does everything in her power to get it to work. So I just stood there with my mouth hanging open, like a retard. She just doomed me. It works everytime she ships someone.
“Well this one just won’t work right Molly. Ship or not, it won’t happen.”
“We’ll see, VeVe, we’ll see. Can I have my phone so I can pick up dinner?” I tossed it to her. “Text me what you want me to pick up, Hun. And there’s another party tomorrow night, and yes, you’re going.” I groaned. But I told her to go get some fettacine ingredients, and I would cook tonight.
Well, all I have to say right now is that I’m never sending her to the store ever again alone. Guess what she got? Not just ingredients, but also...
