"The date was lovely."
"I'm glad you think so."
"You didn't run away when you kissed me."
"Shut up. Stop laughing."
"I'm not laughing."
"I can hear you, asshole."
"No you can't."
"Yes, I can. Stop."
"Box was mad at me for leaving."
"Well he can back off 'cause you are mine."
"Wow, possessive, aren't we?"
"Damn straight."
"Well then."
"Yep."
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I didn't want to do a chapter on the date because I wanted you guys to be able to imagine it on your own. :)
Short chapter, I know. Sorries.
~Jax
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Dog Pound
Short StoryIn which a girl calls a dog pound and a boy needs a friend. *SEQUEL TO WRONG NUMBER* *written through calls* *contains swearing*
