Charlie's POV:
I wake up abruptly to a squeal and yelling.
Probably Angie.
"AUSTIN WHAT THE HECK WHY ID YOI DO THAT YOU KNOW I LOVE THIS SHIRT AND YOI JUSG RUIN IT WHY WOULD YOI EVEN CONSIDER THAT LIKE REALLY?" Angie screeches. Yep. I was right.
"ARE YOU AN IDIOT? DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE THIS STUFF! GOD! I REALLY HATE YOU SOMETIMES!" She finishes as I make my way down the stairs, not even wondering about what I look like. Oops.
"What's going on?" I yawn.
All I earn is a glare from Angie and a chuckle from Austin. Everyone else is cracking up.
"This idiot decided it would be "hilarious" to squirt ketchup all over my shirt! Do you know how much I love this shirt??" Angie screeches.
"Angie calm down!" I say.
Well I'm wide awake now, gosh, thanks Angie.
"I will not calm down. Especially if that idiot keeps that stupid smirk on his idiotic face." She glares.
I chuckle.
"STOP LAUGHING!" She cries, "Why am I even friends with you all?"
"Because we're the only ones that will stand you." Emma says, still trying to control her laughter.
"You guys are such bullies!" Angie pouts.
"Aw! Dont pout, Angela! Ill buy you a new one!" Austin offers as he swings an arm over her shoulder.
"Do you really want a broken arm?" Angie sneers as she tries to get Austin's arm of her. It doesn't work.
Haha this is actually pretty funny. I start laughing.
"They've been doing this since they got up this morning. Austin's been bugging her all day." Dylan whispers in my ear, still chuckling a little bit, I freeze at how close he is.
Too close. Really, really close.
I chuckle nervously.
"I have a feeling were going to the mall today." Emma chuckles.
"Heck yeah we are!" Mikey cheers.
"WAIT I HAVE TO GET READY!" I yell interrupting everyones cheers.
"Why don't you just go in that I mean its not like you dress up anyways," Angie mutters bitterly.
"Angie stop being a sissy and Charlie go get ready." Emma groans. Then she looks at me. I roll my eyes.
"Fine!" I groan back.
After about 20 minutes of me switching shirts and shorts and shoes, we all finally leave the Sprayberry house at about 3.
"I hate this." Mikey mutters.
"Get over it." Angie snaps. I roll my eyes, then look back at my phone. WAIT! THERES A FOOTBALL GAME TONIGHT OMG!
"OMG GUYS GUESS WHAT OMG!" I screech.
"What!?" We all ask.
"THERES A FOOTBALL GAME TONIGHT OMGNFJJGXB" I screech.
Everyone looks confused, except Dylan, who's face is completely red.
"Oh FRICK." Dylan yells.
"Wow Dylan," Angie chuckles, "You're an idiot."
"Austin turn the car around." Dylan orders.
"But we have to get Angie's shirt!" He yells.
"I really dont care about Angie's stupid shirt." Dylan snaps.
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And Then She Grew Up
Teen FictionSo I'm not really good at descriptions but, In school, Emily is known as the good girl. The goody-goody. Anything that has to do with being good, that's her. She doesn't want that anymore. All she wants is to be known as someone or something else...
