Hello there, sorry that it's been
2 months since I've updated this. I blame my GCSEs XD. Any ways, lets get on with the story....
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Dans POV
The day had finally came. Cats party is this evening. Dread washed over me. I honestly can't be bothered.You know that mood that you get into where you just want to lock your self in your room and eat a load of food? Yeah, well that's me right now.
I was walking out of school when Phil and Louise tapped me on the shoulder.
I looked between them both with my eyebrows raised expectantly.
"What?"Louise was the first to speak. "We've still got a few hours before the party begins so we thought we could all go shopping!"
I rolled my eyes. "What's wrong with what I was already gonna wear?"
"It was probably gross." Louise simply stated.
"Geez thanks."
Then Phil spoke for the first time. "Let's go."
This is going to be a long few hours.
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"We're here!!" Louise grinned while thanking the taxi driver.
I was seriously considering waiting for Louise and Phil to get out of the car and then getting the taxi man to drive me far, far away. But that's mean... Am I going soft?
My plans were interrupted by the taxi driver coughing. He was holding his hand out expectantly. I looked to where Louise and Phil were previously sat. Great so I have to pay?
Sighing, I checked in my pockets for money to give.
Great I don't have any. I awkwardly sit there for a couple of minutes, not knowing what to do.
"Erm... I-I'm assuming that paying you in compliments isn't an option."
The man gave me a massive death stare. I guess that's a no then.
I sigh.
"And I'm assuming you don't want my English school book? Or any other subjects book for that matter?"
The man looked more angry. Okay great.
I slowly slid across the back seat, opened the car door and darted across the car park to the shopping centre entrance.
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"Where were you?" Louise asked me.
"The taxi driver wanted money and I didn't have it..."
Louise and Phil's mouths dropped open.
"You mean-"
"Yep lets go before he comes to get me okay?" I grabbed both of their arms and dragged them further into the shopping centre.
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"Aww you and Phil could get matching outfits! That'd be so cute!"
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah if we were siblings."
Louise sighed. "Can you at least pretend that you're having a good time?"
"Yeah I love looking at bloody ties. I'm not wearing one of those."
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