Jesse,
I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT!
You picked me up, from the restaurant, snatched me away from Ross before I could even say goodbye. You took me to some stupid shop. Made me try on a hundred dresses that I would have to work three weeks to pay for and then when you found one you like – which I hated by the way (and I’m burning tomorrow when I get my hands on a lighter) – you took me to dinner at some stupid restaurant full of stuck up snobs and arrogant jerks.
You complete and utter twat.
You can’t buy people, you know. And I was starting to soften up to you – to forgive you for the phone thing. But now – nice one.
Morgan.
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Five, not Seven? (2 - complete)
Novela Juvenil[PART TWO OF: I'm five, were you meant to dial seven?] Morgan met Jesse because of her mobile phone. He texted a cheeky message to 07657 234 562 instead of 07657 234 762. Now, after having made conversation and finding out that they go to the same...
