conservateur
/ kənˈsərvədiv /
adjectif
{Sequel coming soon!}
tenir aux attitudes et valeurs traditionnelles et faire preuve de prudence face au changement ou à l'innovation, généralement en relation avec la politique ou la religion
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I was about to go pick up Peter when I realized it would be a better idea to rent a car cause mine is just, a mess.
So, I hurry and rent a car. Then, Peter calls me.
"Hi Peter!" I say.
"Hey Chasten! When did ya say you'd get here?" He asks me.
"Um, around noon I hope." I answer still driving. I prop it up on a stand so I don't get pulled over or in a accident. Traffic was getting worse as he went along. They talked for hours, and soon realized it was 3 o'clock already
"Okay, since you'll be here about 4, we can go to dinner instead?" He suggested.
"That would be nice." I say with a smile.
"Did you bring your dog? I've been hearing dog sounds and it has been hyping up Truman." He asked excitedly.
"Yep! Say hi Buddy!" I tell the dog sitting in the passenger seat. He barks and I hear a bark back. Peter and I laugh.
We talk about a bunch of nerd things till I pull into Peter's driveway. I pick up my phone and continue talking as Buddy and I walk down his drive way. I get to the door, it's open. I open it and Peter gasps as he sees me. He hangs up the phone then runs up and hugs me tightly.
"Howdy." We say in unison. Then, followed by. "Wait? What? That's my word!"
We practically fall down laughing. We were the same person. The dogs were going crazy. It was We decide to watch some Game Of Thrones till one point Peter starts calling my name.
"Oh yeah. It's 6:00." I realized the time and hurried up. Peter was fixing is hair so I spun him around and fixed his hair for him and said, "That's good enough." (Picture for the chapter! I'll also put it here.)
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"O-okay." Peter stuttered. I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the rental car.
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Peter
After we left it was at least 10 pm. Chasten drove us back to my house. Once we get there he brings up the golden topic.
"So Peter, Mayor huh?" He said.
"Not your favorite huh?" I say with a smirk.
"Politics has not been a good thing on my family. It's like a little kid saying a bad word." He explains and I nod.
"I'm only doing this to make South Bend a better place. And of o have a good second term, k might be considered for Gov. of Indiana." I ramble and he smiles.
"That, that's nice. I never heard of a nice politician." He gasps.
"That's both of us." I joke. We laugh as the dogs come over and lay with us, slowly falling into dream land, and, for once, both their dreams were happy ones.
