AN: So I decided that the day change thing was undeeded, so I lef it out.
I sat at the corner of the McDonalds that I met Gen at yesterday. Beside my worn out black converse clad feet sat my signature blue plaid backpack. Beside that sat my old green jacket. It was surprisingly warm for fall, today.
After about five minutes of waiting, I saw an expensive looking car pull up into the parking lot of a bank that sat adjacent from the McDonalds. Genevieve emerged from the car. She had a pair of dark aviators on, and her hair was put into a bun. "It took you long enough." I said while she came up to meet me. She stuck her hand out to help me up, but I ignored it.
"So, when am I getting my money?" I asked. Genevieve rolled her eyes and pulled out a pen and note pad from her big brown purse. Unintentionally, I asked myself how much that would cost.
She huffed at my rudeness. "I'm paying you after this interview. I can't risk you running off with my money, now can I?" She asked while getting a bit annoyed. I smirked when I sensed her frustration. "Thanks for meeting me."
"Yeah, whatever." I said.
She rolled her eyes at my comment. I tilted my head and began walking, signaling for her to follow me. I picked up my bag and jacket.
"What do you want to know?" I asked while stuffing my hands into my pockets.
"Why are you out here? Like, on the streets I mean." Gen asked while finding a clean sheet of paper in her notebook.
"No comment." I replied. "I don't want to answer that."
"Okay." She sighed while scribbling out the question that she had just asked. "How many more people are out here?"
"No comment." I replied. Gen huffed, but continued.
"How old are you?"
"No comment."
"Favourite colour?" She tired.
"No comment."
"Any siblings?"
"No comment."
"Any hidden talents?"
I smirked cockily while drawing out my answer. "No. Comment."
Genevieve slapped her notebook in aggravation. "My gosh, Ashton!" She hissed. "Can't you just answer one question?"
I snickered at her state of frustration "I will, I just enjoy seeing you get all worked up."
Gen's face grew hot with anger. "Can you stop fooling around?" She spat at me.
"Whoa, hot head! Calm down." I said. She looked at me with a confused expression.
Gen frowned at my weird nickname. "Don't call me that." She said.
"Whatever you say, hot head."
Genevieve clenched her small hands into fists. "You really know how to get on my nerves, Ashton. Can we go back to you answering my questions, now?"
"Yeah, sure thing, hot head." I smirked. Gen sighed in defeat. "Um, I'm twenty, and uh, there are a lot of us on the streets. Too many to count. I'm an only child." Gen nodded while writing this new helpful information down. "How old are you?" I asked her, quick to get the attention off of myself.
Genevieve looked up from her note pad. "I'm eighteen." She answered with a small smile.
"When's your birthday?" I continued to ask. I wanted to get the attention off of me for as long as possible.
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