style - a.i

-2

'long drive, could end up in burning flames or paradise'

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after debating with him i ended up in the passenger seat of his car. it smelled like expensive girl perfume. judging by a few fresh lip gloss stains on the seat i knew he had recently been laid. seeing his face made me want to cut off chunks of hair from his scalp.
'so how have you been'
'i dont know'
'you dont know how you've been'
'no'
'why not princess'
'dont call me that'
'and what if i do? ... princess'

at that point i gripped onto the door lever, pushed it open, and attempted to get out of this car. luckily he recently stopped at a stop sign

'wHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING'
'you're being annoying. adios'
'NO'

he gripped onto my wrist, wincing at the pressure and pain of my skin being pulled.

'get back in here jesus christ'
'fine'
'im sorry'
'okay'
'i really am'
'nice'
'i love you, i really do. i will never forgive myself for what i did. but i want you to know i love you"
'i need to pee'

after that ashton drove around in circles trying to find a gas station while some sappy song was playing on the radio.

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i had my friend review it and she thought she was attempting suicide. no she wasnt. she just wanted to get out of the car and the car was at a stop sign.