I can't believe it. I close my eyes. Take a few deep breath. Open my eyes again. It's all the same. That son of a mothafu***** (accurate) freaking took all the darn milk! I can't begin my journey to the everyday of school without my cornflakes and milk. I've got the cornflakes alright but where is my milk!
"Aviiiiiiv!!!"
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Scott just don't take a thing seriously.
"Aww. Really, why does it bother you so much if I'm skipping a little?"
"Because it's the third day in a row. I barely see you anymore . And when I do see you it's like you're half somewhere . Even when you're sober."
How does he dare roll his eyes at me?
"God, you're so tense. Just okay, maybe I'm too much fun and you are too much serious but hey, we complete each other." Oh my god, he said we complete each other! My heart is gonna burst in joy as soon as I leave. I mean , oh , what a immature little bastard.
"Oh , I'm serious? Then maybe you should teach me how to be a little more... Fun?" I can't help but make a teasing tone. It's not my fault! Have you seen his eyes?
