Is This Real

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I starred out the window for the next few hours without saying anything. Whenever Ross tried to talk to me my phone rang. It was Justin every time. Eventually he stopped trying and the car ride was silent again. Ross finally broke the silence. "its been almost 4 hours and you haven't talked to your Justin, don't you think you should call him?" I turned toward him. "shut. Up." "no! Why should I? I was trying to get along with you and I was trying to be nice from the minute I got to your house today and you've only been a bitch to me!" "Just shut up and drive." I said as I put my forehead in my hand and leaned my elbow against the window. "no." Ross said as he pulled over. "drive this FRICKIN CAR ROSS!!" I really can't deal with this now. "NO!!" "THE FUCK ROSS!! YES!! DRIVE!!" He just sat there. "what's it gunna take for you to drive?" I asked calmer. "give me your phone." "why?" "Just give it to me." I handed my phone to him. He put it in his pocket then kept driving. "now we can talk with out being interrupted." "i don't WANT to talk.." "well too bad."