Me, Sam, and Colby were driving home at dark right now and i was singing in the passenger seat.
"All the single ladies, all the single ladies!"
Colby: "What the fuck is wrong with her?"
He said as he drove. Sam laughed.
"All the single ladies! Now put your hands up!"
Then i put my hands up. Colby got pissed off and shut the music off.
Colby: "Put your hands goddamn down. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"What is wrong with you?"
Colby: "No, you're singing this a little personal. Like, all the single ladies put your hands up. Put your shits down."
"It's a song!"
Colby: "Did you forget I'm your boyfriend?"
"Did you forget you didn't put a ring on it?"
Sam died of laughter in the backseat.
Sam: "Ayyy! She killed it."
"So technically... I am single..."
Colby :"Ooohoho... Thats what we're doing?"
Sam: "This is about to be bad."
Colby: "Thats what we...YOU'RE NOT BEYONCE! YOU'RE Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N!"
I was silent.
Sam: "Oh no."
Colby: "You didn't make this shit!"
"You just said my middle name..."
Colby: "No...no...mhm."
"PLAY MY SONG!"
Colby: "No.... No..."
"Pla-"
I cut myself off and turned it on myself.
Sam was laughing in the back seat.
Sam: "You guys..."
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