Andrew and I were at a nice restaurant having a nice lunch between us. I was having a salad because I was going vegan for a day and Andrew was having f o o d. I wasn't paying attention because I was too busy thirsting over my father. It had been a few weeks but my inner fangirl hasn't quit and neither has my Satan summoning. "You look really sexy today." I told him like any normal child would,
"Excuse me?" He looked at me confused and a little scared, this was a common reaction to a lot of what I said,
"I said you looked sexy andy randy." I repeated myself even louder hoping to attract attention from the rest of the restaurant,
Andrew looked annoyed, "Can you lower your voice?" I'm guessing he was trying to be a dad but he only reminded me of my mom, whom I hate. I was having ptsd from the plane,
"IS THIS LOW ENOUGH FOR YOU?" I shouted causing a big scene as people stared and the waiter came over to check on us,
My father sighed looking displeased with me, "We're leaving." He deadpanned standing up and tossing the napkin down on his plate. I however did not like his sass or attempts to have me behave, "I'm not leaving!" I gave him a try me thot look. His retort? Grabbing my wrist and dragging me out like I was a toddler, "THIS IS REALLY KINKY ANDREW." I was looking at his face to see his reaction but it hadn't shifted from anger. He didn't look cute angry uwu but I sure was an instigator. As he dragged me outside and to the god forbidden Kia car of shame and doom he scolded me, "I am sick and tired of you playing these games whenever we're in public. You are 15 and you should be able to control yourself by this age." I was simply shocked, the complete audacity of this bish. But I pulled my trap card, crying for pity, "I-I-I-m s-s-s-so s-s-orry Dad I-I-I j-j-Ust didn't know w-w-What I was d-d-doing. I-i-it's b-b-Been hard since m-m-my m-m-mom and d-d-Dad... died." When I said died I made sure to let out a choke sob so Andrew would comfort me and buy me ice cream on the way home. It was a perfect plan and I smiled as I ate my ice cream and Andrew kept looking over every few minutes to make sure I was okay. I was so glad I learned how to cry on cue or else I would of had to apologize in the parking lot for my incorrect behavior. Imagine that, me??? Apologizing????? Lmaooooooooooooooo. I didn't get to go to see falsettos again tonight because andrew wanted me to stay home and get some sleep. So weird amirite, he's becoming a dad lol. Kk I should summon Satan and tell them about my day and then pass out watching House Hunters.
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