Chapter 7- McDonalds

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"So I found out that his names Dylan, he plays basketball, he loves horror movies and food!"

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"So I found out that his names Dylan, he plays basketball, he loves horror movies and food!"

"Who doesn't like food?" I say furrowing my eyebrows.

"Your great aunt!" Sam slams her hands on the table then thrusts them in the air "boom!"

"She's scared of eating food, there's a difference,"after saying this, she mimics me mumbling to herself.

"Anyways... I'm seeing him again tomorrow!" Sam sighs dreamily "he's just so hot, and nice and sexy and Uhhh, yummy, yum, yum" I look at her weirdly and she shrugs looking at me briefly.

"You are so weird."

"So I've been told" I roll my eyes, that's a lie.

"Well I'm going out" I say standing up.

"Seeing mr possessive guy?" I look back at her and wiggle my eyebrows.

"Uh... No" I flatly say and walk out the door.

"Then where are you going?" She questions.

"Out" I simply say and open the front door, step out then shut the door behind me.

I sigh and walk on the pathway to anywhere random, I look at the ground as the sky starts to become dark from the clouds blocking the Suns Ray's.

Why did mum even leave in the first place?

I always think that, but it's better just thinking that she's dead instead of not knowing why she left or why she hasn't bothered to come back.

Maybe I just wasn't good enough..

"Oomph... I'm sorry" I start, looking up at the person I ran into.

Not again!

"We really have to stop meeting up like this" he smirks.

"Tyler" I smile, a tight one.

"Are you okay?" He asks studying my face.

No. "Of course I am, why do you ask?" I wonder.

"You look like you are about to cry, and you don't look as... Smiley" I raise an eyebrow.

"Smiley?" I ask in disbelief.

He shrugs "yup... Smiley" I sigh and give him a smile.

"I didn't get to thank you for rescuing me at the party" he waves it off like it's not a big deal.

"You are most welcome."

I feel so bad... All I have been doing us treating him like crap when he is being such a sweetheart to me! I'm such a female dog!

I don't really like swearing I guess...

"Do you want to get MacDonald's with me or something?" I mentally face palm for my terrible idea.

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