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"samantha ann!" my mom yelled as i looked in the mirror making sure the romper fit well. i smiled and began to walk into the kitchen.
"samantha ann tuck! that boy's been here for well over ten minut-"
"okay mom. i'm sorry but i have to go. i love you," i said as i walked out of the front door. joey stood, leaned against the wall. as he noticed me a smile crawled onto his face.
"hey beautiful," he said, biting his lip. i rolled my eyes and walked to his car. he followed quickly after me.
"sam, you truly look great." he said as we both buckled our seat belts.
"thank you dear, you look good aswell," i replied causing him to blush. that's cute.
"would you like to go out to eat or just chill at my place and watch movies," he said, as he reached the end of my street.
"movies," i replied, smiling at him.
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"why are you so, like not picky," joey asked as we walked into the living room. i shrugged, "is it a bad thing," i questioned and he smiled.
"not at all."
"what movie are we watching," i asked, laying on the couch. "scream," he replied, pulling the popcorn out of the microwave.
"oh no sir, horror movies are NOT my thing," i said with a laugh. he dumped the popcorn into two bowls and walked into the living room.
"good," he said, smiling at me.
the smile that could kill.
"i swear you drive me crazy" i said, getting a bit comfortable. "me or my smile?"
both birlem. you know that.
"you!" i said, he grinned.
"shut up it's my smile," he said, getting so close to my face that our noses touched. i stopped breathing for a second as he backed up.
"sorry." he muttered before putting scream into the dvd player.
