Somewhere In Brooklyn

Chapter 50

January 13, 2018

strawberryblonde:
did your mom find out?

dalewood:
you mean you staying over? yeah, she did.

strawberryblonde:
oh, dale, i'm sorry. was she mad? did she yell at you? am i banned there? did she forbid you to hangout with me? oh, god. oh, my god. i'm so sorry if I got you in trouble. i think i'm gonna cry.

dalewood:
wait, no, don't cry! are you really crying?

strawberryblonde:
no, but i'm about to. oh, god, i can't believe my friend's parent hates me after one meeting. remember when i told you about my friend the other day? the one who was about to let me stay in but she suddenly had a plan came up? turned out her mom didn't like me and i don't even know why.

dalewood:
okay, first of all - my mom's not mad.

strawberryblonde:
at me? or at you?

dalewood:
both. and even if she is, it doesn't matter. you're my friend. i'm not gonna turn my back on you just because my mom says so.

strawberryblonde:
really? oh thank god. i was thinking of buying her something, like a new scrubs or testecope and beg for her forgiveness. and that's really sweet of you, dale :-)

dalewood:
oi! you put a nose! :-)
althea, it's sthethoscope.

strawberryblonde:
testecope, sthethoscope, it's the same thing. what's the second of all?

dalewood:
what second of all?

strawberryblonde:
you said first of all, so what's the rest?

dalewood:
oh, nothing. i just said it cause it made me sound clever and articulate when i say it.

strawberryblonde:
you are such a dork
so hey, does that mean i'm not banned there?

dalewood:
no, why?

strawberryblonde:
can i sleepover again?