"Like shes..just..just, perfect!" James exclaimed.
"Yeah.. yeah." Betty agreed jealously.
Sometimes you are just going to be the outcast bestfriend of a hot jerk who has a crush on a hot bitch.
Sometimes your just going to wonder who are you to him...
"o my gosh o my gosh." i freak as i look away from the window. my mom stared at me with confusion.
"whats wrong with you?" she ask, i ignore her question and just stamp my feet."if your going to pee better start running." she warned and i shake my head.
"its not that." i said.
"then what is it." she ask and i point at the window, she quickly wore her heels and went to the window. "oh.. found a little crush ah." she push me with her waist.
"no, thats james." i squeak and she look at me like i was crazy.
"you mean your rubber ducky, the rubber toy." she ask and i nodded. "I'm not not going to believe you, because in movies when they're kids tell them this creepy thing they don't believe, but is this a good thing, like in ted or a bad thing like chucky scary, if its ted no problem, you get famous and have a best friend and i don't have to worry about your future but if its chucky, i am throwing that rubber ducky away."
"Not that."
"Good." she sigh in relieve.
"He his the owner of james."
"Oh you mean the rubber toy." i sigh in annoyance.
"Yes and he his more than a rubber toy."
"yeah yeah whatever and have been wanting to ask, where did you get that thing from?"
"its just now you decided to ask." i look at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Ok whatever get ready were going to meet your James." my mom squeak and i shake my head. "oh for crying out loud, I am your mother and i say were going were going" she said and pulled me then i pulled my hoodie that was lying on the chair, when we got to the gate my mom left me and went to start a discussion with the woman while i wear my hoodie, i look outside the gate and the boy was sitting on the stairs with his head down.
"Betty come over here, your rubber ducky friend is here." My mom screamed and the boy looked at my direction. Ugh my mom couldnt get any worse than this. " come on." she puts on her motherly voice, she always talk like that when shes in public.
i move my feet and walk towards them, she grab me by shoulder and put me in front of her, my back facing her front.
"This is Betty." my mom introduced.
"Hi Betty." the woman in my front said with her soft and warming voice, she had brown hair and green eyes, she looked modern and nice.
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not like my mom
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