Okay, so just imagine that you have been dragged by your parents to attend a funeral of this old man you totally despise because he apparently killed your goldfish and then made sushi out of it. So now you are at the church for his funeral and out of nowhere you have been called to pay your final respect for him. You patiently walk towards him, contemplating your each step and then suddenly you start to scream. And the words that come out of your mouth are - "Screw you, you old man. I'm glad you are dead because if you weren't, then I would have slit your throat apart with the edge of my coin coated in chocolate mint ice cream. And you know why I despise you? You fuckin killed my gold fish and you made sushi out of it. But you know what hurts the most? You didn't even bother sharing it with me, you punk."
Now, now I hope you know what kind of oblivious stares you would be attracting at that very moment. You can't really describe them .
The thing that I'm trying to explain and at which I'm failing miserably are the glares that I've been receiving from both Logan and Paige who are currently seated at the back of my car, while Logan is sitting shotgun .
Like I said, Shawn is not really liked by everyone, especially not by Paige while Logan can still survive his company. But they both were really incensed with the fact that I had invited him to join us.
When it came to Shawn and Ashton, Paige's creativity was at her best. She could literally shove her extra dark charcoal pencil down his nostrils and tie his tongue around his dick .While Logan would use more peaceful methods of eliminating him from the surface of the earth.
"So Brooklyn, where are we going?" Shawn asked me, breaking the deafening silence that had enunciated the car.
"There is this restaurant across 5th Avenue that serves amazing Thai buffet. We could totally go there unless you want to go to some other place." I replied, receiving another scowl from Paige.
"Oh no! I'm totally cool with it. Besides I haven't eaten Thai food in ages." Shawn said while giving me one of his boyish smiles.
"Have you even had Thai food?" I heard Paige ask Shawn.
He just raised his eyebrows at her and nodded; definitely trying to avoid getting into an argument with her, which I thought was smart of him.
The rest of the car ride mainly comprised of Shawn and Logan engaging themselves into small conversations about soccer while Paige continued throwing blank looks at me from the back.
We made our way inside the small restaurant after parking my car under the shed of the lot.
The interior was quite simple and decent. Nothing extravagant. But the mediocre interior gave it a tinge of elegance. The tables were made of bamboo and shiny porcelain glass. The smell of smoke and mud were easily evident in the air as I kept sniffing it.
After the waitress showed us to our table Shawn slid beside me while Logan and Paige sat opposite us.
After placing our orders, Logan excused himself to visit the washroom while Paige continues staring at Shawn giving him a despiteful look.
"So Shawn, Becca was telling me that you got a nose job done because apparently your nostrils were too small to sniff her underwear ?" Paige asked him with a sweet mischievous smile attached to her face while Shawn started coughing violently.
I shot Paige a glare and started rubbing Shawn's back gently.
Okay that definitely sounds wrong.....
After a few hits and slaps on his back he recovered."Uh..wh..what?" He managed to ask as he took another sip of his water.
"Just kidding Shawn!" Paige said as she batted her eyelashes innocently.
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