She was bullied.
He was feared.
She was stared at.
He stared.
She saw him.
He adored her.
She cried.
He cared.
She was a pacifist.
He was a gang leader.
"What?" I asked getting nervous. She's never serious.
"We're going to a party," she says.
I burst into giggles. You see the last time I went to a party I walked into a room and witness to people...um doing the..uh...um...the dirty... After that, I vowed to never go to anymore parties, or at least not go into any rooms.
I stop laughing when I see the serious look on her face.
"But whyyyyyyyy?" I asked whining. You see I know I'm not going to win any argument with her, she doesn't play fair. She tickles.
"You need to get out of your house. Coming to my house, going to school, and the supermarket doesn't count." I groan and flop on the bed.
"Do I have- Yes," she interrupts me before I finish. It's like she can read my mind.
"I can't read your mind. You're just easy to predict," she says.
I think about it for a few moments before telling her to do her worst.
An hour and a half later and this woman is still not done.
"I STILL NEED TO PEE WOMAN! I ASKED TO GO 45 MINUTES AGO!" I basically scream.
"I'M DONE. GO BEFORE YOU PEE ON MY NEW RUG!"
"BOOYA!" I scream while running to the bathroom. I do my business, but I don't look at myself. Dumbass. My subconscious is very rude sometimes.
When I walk out I am pelted with a bra, undies, high waisted jeans shorts, and a black crop top. I stopped her before she could throw the shoes. I put the clothes on and twirled. When I faced her again, a shirt was thrown in my face...again.
"Tie this around your waist," she commands.
"Sir, yes sir," I salute her before doing as she says. "I'm going downstairs," I tell her before grabbing the black thigh high boots.
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"I'm almost done , so don't get compfy. She's already dressed in an outfit similar to mine. Her top is white and her pants are black.
15 minutes later
"LETS DO DIS BISH," she yells while running down the stair and out the door.
I chuckle and ran out after her and into the car.
It was a 10 minute ride and I could hear the music a block away from the house. As we pulled up to the house and found a spot I could help but think that this night might be eventful.
