3:15. 45 minutes to do what we want to do. Isn't that great? Nope. It's not.
"Maybe we shouldn't have ran back here." Braxton said, breathing heavily.
"Wow. We haven't even done anything, and we're already breathing heavy." I said, trying to save him from lack of oxygen. But it kind of made it worse because it made him laugh. What sucks is he has a really loud laugh, cute but loud, and it could've woke up his mom.
A minute later, we hear shuffling downstairs. His mom's waking up.
"Damnit. Shit, just jump out the window." Braxton said frantically.
"You must be pretty shit-faced if you think I'm going to jump out a window." I said to him.
"No. I have an extending ladder. I bought it for when I needed to sneak out girls or get to a party. For example, right now. Now get down the god damn ladder." He said while unfolding the ladder and throwing it out the window.
"Bye Braxton."
"Bye Kate."
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The Bad Boy Next Door
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