Living Short in Bel Air (Completed 2013)

ChapteЯ 6: To prove he was damn right

From chapters 6-6.5 there ARE references from the show George Lopez and George Lopez only. As each of my books is based off of one of my favourite shows, George Lopez!!!! Haha so props to the director and Lopez himself.

If you're looking for a book that doesn't have references to movies and not copied/similar scenes, i suggest read my other books, Meet the Baxtards or Playing With Bullets which are all original scenes made by moi. (And are more funny)

Ly-a at the movies to the right>>>

ChapteЯ 6: To prove he was damn right

"I can't believe we're skipping school for this."

"But it was your idea to follow him, Mr. Goody boy. Haven't you ever skipped school?"

"Only when my dad's out of town."

"Wimp."

"Pussy."

"How does anything make me a pussy?!"

"Let's just line up," scowled Clint, and he pushed me in front of the line.

About to twirl back around with a snippy retort, my eyes instantly widened. "Ohmigod! Turn! I see him!" We pulled off a 180 that would make any folk dancer proud, and moved sideways up the line like penguins.

Clint nudged my arm, and lowered his voice. "Is he gone?"

Taking a cautioned look, I nodded and we both relaxed. "He's going into theater 6. I think we should---"

"Next!"

My hair flapping as I spun, I flashed a sweet smile to the movie attendant. "Two tickets to, uh, whatever movie is showing at theater 6."

The man nodded, and I rummaged my hand through the tiny purse. "Uh oh," I lowly breathed.

Clint peered over my shoulder with a troubled frown. "What?"

"You didn't bring enough money," I dully answered, heaving an annoyed side. "First the pads and now the extra cash! Pfft. You said you brought everything."

He narrowed his gaze. "I did! I got you the tampon and coins!"

"A tampon is completely different and the only coins you brought me only added up to four bucks! Barley enough for the taxi ride!"

"Ma'am, sir, if you're not going to buy a ticket, I'm going to have to ask for you and your girlfriend to leave."

"But she's not my---"

"Leave."

Grumbling under our breaths, we stepped to the side, letting the teenagers pass behind us. "Now how the hell are we supposed to get in? Persuade him?" sighed Clint, acting as if it were all my fault.