"Hey.. Babee.. Um... Can you hand me those ?"
I knew what he meant . His stupid candy he had to buy.
"Here."
"Whats your deal?" He sounded pissed.
"Oh I don't know you said some where nice! Not a freaking theater. I was expecting ATLEAST tequilas."
" Whatever. Be pissed I don't care . Leave . "
"Fine . I will . " I meant it . He thought I was kidding . No I was not .
I ran out to the car . What an idiot, leaving his keys in his car .
"UGH" I screamed i couldn't get over what a douche he is.
I pulled out.. I looked up at the front of the movie theater and i see grant .. Running full speed at the ford ... I stopped in the middle of the parking lot . "EMMA GIVE ME MY DANG CAR!!! WHATS WRONG WITH YOU!! " I was frustrated. I got out of the car.. I ran full fledge sprint I wanted to apologize ... I felt terrible already ... I ran to him crying . I didn't want to be mean. "Baby what's wrong!? "
" I'm so so sorry! I'm sorry ... forgive me !"
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Teen Fiction"babysitting sucks especially when you're about to run. I mean run. Run away. From life. From parents. From problems." "Don't give me another reason to Throw up."
