"Holy fucking shit."
Sarah turned to look at me, placing her drink on the table. "What?"
"Look at that man who just walked in." I said with excitement flowing through my brain.
"Holy fucking shit is right!"
"Yeah, he might just be the hottest man I've ever seen."
"Ok well go up to him?" Sarah said punching my arm.
"Yeah, no."
Sarah would not take no as an answer so she stood up and began walking to him.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I said looking at her as if she had just killed someone.
"Taking to him what else would I be doing?"
"Damn it Sarah."
I stood up with her and went too.
"Hi." Sarah said, standing next to him.
"Hey." He said smiling up at us, mostly her.
"My friend saw you from across the bar and wanted to know if she could get your number." Sarah blurted out before I could even say hello to the man. (Cheesy line)
"Oh? Well how come she couldn't tell me herself?"
"You know, nerves..."
"Hmm... I see, well..." The man said as he searched for a pen, then writing his number on a napkin, "here you go ma'am, make sure she actually calls it?" He said with a wink.
We then both walked away and as soon as we reached out table I smacked the shit out of Sarah's arm.
"Sarah!"
"What?" She flinched, "He gave us the number, use it."
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I love this song...
FanfictionAuthors note: Ok, I personally love reading cheesy romance fan fic or books... I am not a writer. In fact I think I'm bad at writing. I did this as a joke with one of my best friends who also loves fan fic, but she actually reads the good stuff LMAO...
