𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡, 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡
Matt Sturniolo sees Clara Ivers. He reads her. From her minuscule ticks to the dilation of her eyes. He doesn't have to think about it, hell he doesn't even...
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»»———-sunny———-««
Our first actual stop on this Hawaii trip was to a fucking six flags. Which is honestly kind of funny. But something about Hawaiian Six Flags sounds so much better than a Massachusetts Six Flags.
We've been walking for barely twenty minutes when I see a kiosk down the pathway we're taking. There's cotton candy. I'm quick to tug on Chris' wrist, interrupting his sentence. "Buy my cotton candy now!"
He scowls when I pull his sleeve. "I'm not buying you shit. Where's your job at?"
"Do I look like I'm made for real life labor? Because I'm fucking not. Not even close."
Nick and Matt are only a few feet behind us, and Mary Lou and Jimmy lead the pack of us in the front.
"Is she begging for food again?" Nick teases as they stop walking beside us.
"Okay, I didn't love your tone saying that, buddy." I snap at him.
The two catch up to Chris and I, and I notice Matt fishing in his wallet. "Which flavor, Sunny?"
"Pink, pretty please?"
Matt nods as he shuffles in front of the kiosk and pulls the flaps of his wallet open. I watch, my arms crossed proudly as he swipes his card and brings me back my stick of tasty lint.
"Matt's pussy whipped."
My smile drops, my arms falling at my sides in disappointment. I dart a hard glare toward Chris as Matt stops dead in front of him. "Sunny, cover your ears." He tells me.
I look between them, amused and also confused. When I don't instantly do as I'm told, Matt gestures again with his brows. This time I listen. I figure he must know that I can still hear him, even through the muffling of my own palms.
"I'll fucking rip your dick off, you dumbass."
I hold on tightly to keep the smile from tugging on my lips, waiting for Matt to signal me to remove my hands. He nods to me, holding out the stick of cotton candy. "Sorry, sweet girl. Don't need to be hearing anything too vulgar."
"See? That's the shit I'm talking about." Chris wags his pointer finger in front of Matt's face, his shoes scuffing against the ground as the four of us kids begin walking again.
"What shit?" I ask him.
"Sweet girl. Am I watching the fucking notebook right now."
Matt groans, shoving Chris away from my side and stepping in between us. "It's just a nickname."
