A Non-Predictable Story

Donuts, Cappucchinos and Discharges..

Jimmy's POV
SHIT! Could this get any worse?! Oh my gooodddd! Dammit! I got out of the car, opened the hood, and I almost passed out from all the smoke I inhaled in such a small period of time... I took out my phone to call road assistance and when I press the 'on' button, GUESS THE HELL WHAT! IT DIDNT TURN ON! The only resource I have is Angie's phone... That is in her purse, that's in her lap, that's in her sleeping body that I don't want to wake up, because if I do, I might get eaten alive by a man eating monster never seen to man kind called the Angie-Nator... Why, just, why... So I get in the car, I lean over to Angie, and I really gently shout...
-"GET UUUUPPPP!!!!!! DON'T BE A LAZY HEAAAADDDD!!!!!"
She gets up exasperated yet surprised and gives me a stare that makes my knees tremble...
-"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?! CAN'T YOU SEE I WAS SLEEPING?!"
-"Uhhh, no, I hadn't noticed, I was busy listening to music on the radio THAT'S IN THE CAR THAT JUST BROKE DOWN!"
-"AND WHAT DOES THAT HAS TO DO WITH ME?!"

Angie's POV
And, as I said that, Jimmy puts a hand in my cheek, leans closer *i blush, madly, and I swear I felt an electric discharge, I'm not sure what it was, or if he felt it to...* opens his mouth and...
-"THAT MY PHONE IS DISCHARGED AND I NEED YOUR PHONE TO CALL ROAD SERVICE!"
The blushing SNAPPED off and I instantly grabbed my phone from my purse and hit him with the studded part of it's case in the forehead, leaving hilarious little stud marks on his skin. He grabbed the phone, I got out of the car and started to sing a 'Wild Fire' song...

Jimmy's POV
Once I finished the very interesting call that consisted of a lot of that annoying music they put when then want you to wait with road assistance and rubbed my painful stud marks for a bit... I started to get closer to the car and I started to think about how I wanted a glazed donut and a cappuccino at the moment, but mostly about the little second of electricity I felt when I touched Angies cheek... Did she feel it too? Or am I just in some sort of trance from the smoke from the car earlier...? My thoughts were interrupted when I heard an angelic voice singing my favorite song... I looked up and it was Angie. Who knew she could sing so beautifully? I sat next to her on the road side bench, started to sing along with her, not saying I sing well, I probably sound like a goat giving birth while I sing, bust she doesn't care, I like that, I like her. Oh my god. I like Angie. I swear this is so cliche I want to punch myself but I can't deny it, which gets me more angry.... I suddenly feel a head lean against my shoulder, and the rest is a very happy blur...

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AUTHORS NOTE!!!!!
PART 5! WOW! I really hoped you enjoyed it! Please comment and vote! If you want to ask any type of questions in the comments I will be answering them all... See ya!
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