As we all load into the car, Jc and I take his car and Connor and Sam load into Connor's car.
"How long is the ride?"
"We haven't even moved and your asking me that?!"
I laugh as Jc pulls out of the driveway, "2 hours-"
"2 fucking hours?! No way! What am I gonna do for 2 hours?!"
Jc cocks an eyebrow, "We could play a road game."
"Like what?"
"Like 'guess what fruit I'm thinking of' or something"
"Hmm, ok me first!"
I pause and think.
Orange? Too easy.
Grapes? Easy!
Star fruit? I don't even know what that is.
Pineapple! Not too hard or easy.
"Ok I got it start guessing!"
"Is it orange?"
See? It was too easy!
"Nope."
"Is it spiky?"
"Er.."
This game is gonna suck ass.
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The car was was probably the most intense game I've ever played besides UNO, that shits serious.
Jc won all of the games, let's just say a few swears were exchanged (more like just flat out told by me to him)
We bought our tickets and entered the gates, my eyes widened at the beautiful sky above me.
It was the perfect day to go to the San Diego zoo, my eyes burned from the sun though.
Suddenly I'm airborne, landing in Jc's arms bridal style my heart stops and my eyes practical pop out.
"Don't. Do. That. Ever." I swat his face and he bellows a chuckle.
"No promises."
"Why'd you do that?" I whine, he plants a kiss on my cheek and lays me down softly.
"I wanted every guy here to know you're taken."
"Jc...." I drag on the 'c' with a blush and a giggle.
"Heehee, c'mon girls." Sam appears behind us, his eyes roll. His fake sarcastic giggle was spot on
"Get a room, this is disgusting."
I laugh louder than needed, but no one cared. Today I wouldn't care what others thought, today I would be all me.
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Hey guys, I decided to split up the parts of the zoo so I don't take me months to update! ~Zoe
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Adopted by Our2ndLife
FanfictionFor all you who don't know, o2l (Our2ndLife) is a group of 6 boys who have a YouTube channel. This story is about how Tori was "adopted"- by o2l. And the humor and drama, that comes with it.
