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Dragon's Excerpts {26} : My Friend, Tall Guy

This is the story of the boy every father hates and wants to murder, the guy every brother wants to throttle... the boy every mother wants to like but knows that they can't. 

You might be thinking the boy I speak of is a"bad boy", but, you're wrong. He's not. Never was. He doesn't even give off "bad boy" vibes or do "bad boy" things. 

(Okay, maybe he exhibits some so called "bad boy" qualities...)

Regardless, he's just a huge, hormonal softy. Literally, the guy is huge. He is seven feet four inches. 

Like what the flubbernut! It's not fair! How come he gets to be so tall?! I'm only five foot six! He makes me feel like a midget. 

I can't even get onto his back for a piggyback ride to make myself feel better bcuz if I did I'd probably bump my head on the ceiling. 

Stupid conceited little jerk. -.- 

I know nobody can see this, but I am crossing my arms against my chest in anger.

Why am I even wasting my time writing about him in the first place?

"Because you love me,"

"Shoo tall guy, don't bother me!"

"Aw, come on Shae!"

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Shae's friend, Claire calls her at three in the morning, asking her to get her from a party because her mom told her she wasn't about to get up and get her. 

Shae just nods and hangs up the phone, her head already back on her pillow.

Claire chuckles because she knows Shae just nodded and probably went back to sleep, but that even though she is exhausted, she'd get up and get her. 

"Gamn," Shae mumbles. "She is really abusing my license privilege."

She then goes back to sleep for a solid ten minutes, then suddenly jolts upright in her bed and says "Holy moly cannoli I was supposed to go get Claire!"

She leans her body over the right side of the bed and stretches her right arm out to grab her slippers, but can't reach by about the length of her hand. She groans and scoots up a little bit, but still can't reach it. 

With a final irritated groan, Shae twists her body around and grabs the shoes with her toes. Now cheerful, she leans up on the bed and sets the shoes in front of her, then rubs her eyes. 

Her eyes close on their own accord as she tiredly pulls her slippers over her fuzzy socks before exiting her bedroom.

She grabs her car keys from the bowl on the counter and walks outside, not even bothered by the still, cool air. She yawns and touches her toes, then stretches to the right and to the left, eliciting a crack from her back. 

Satisfied, she walks to her car and hops in, pressing the start button before driving off.

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Shae drives to the party house; Claire hardly goes to anyone else's, and parks on the left side of the road, the one opposite to the house, before she walks up the front porch. 

The  front door is already open, so she walks right in and begins searching for her friend. Wolf whistles sound behind her but she decides to save her voice and just flip them off, so she throws two fingers behind her.

Drunken chuckles escape the idiots' mouths and she just shakes her head. 

In an attempt to find Claire, Shae looks in the kitchen and the first living room, all spots Claire can usually be found, but doesn't find her. So, with a long sigh, she opens her mouth to yell out her name, but before a sound can escape her lips, someone shoves her aside.