December 7th

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December 7th:

Josh P.O.V

“We are going the wrong way!” “No we’re not!” “Yes we are!” “No we are not!” “YES!” “NO!” “YES!” “NO!” “YES!” “NO!” “Just give me the map, Harry!” “Why would I?” “Because I know how to read one? And so far you haven’t figured out where we are yet!” “FINE YOU TRY THEN MR. PERFECT!” “Aw you think I’m perfect?” “IT WAS SARCASTIC!!” “Wow someone got the wrong leg out of bed this morning, huh?” “I DID NOT!” “WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING THEN?” “I’M NOT SCREAMING!” “YES YOU ARE MATE!” “Oh right I didn’t realize... Let’s just get to that stupid cabin before Christmas is over, shall we?” “Fine I’ll lead this time!”

This is gonna be a long trip. Harry and I have been fighting for a week now and it isn’t getting better! Since we split from the others we have been at each other’s trout’s nonstop and it was getting tiring to say the least!

“But I’m absolutely positive that we are going the right way!” “Harry, the cabin is a bit outside Berwick-Upon-Tweed and the direction we are going is leading to Stockport!” “What?” “It is! Look at the sign there! It says Stockport 3 miles!” “Oh! Okay maybe you should lead the way then if you think you can do better!” “That’s what I have been saying from the start! You should just stop being a spoiled brat and listen to me!” “Prick!” “Twat!” “Potato!” “Catfish!” “Wait what? Catfish? Really Josh? Really?” “Yes really!” We both giggled a bit before going back to bitching at each other. “It sounded quite ridiculous!” “You are the only ridiculous here!” “Says the one who look like a girl!” “Too far mate, too far! Why did I even go with you?”

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