Diary of a Random, Cute, Fiesty, (Possibly ADHD) Chick-a-dee

So, So Annoyed

"Sweetheart," Phoebus Benson greeted me as I slid into his shiny car that screamed 'look at me! Look at me! I have money! And I'm a rich douchbag!'

"Er, yo," I muttered because suddenly I'm a gangster.

He nodded and took off before I could even buckle up.

Ya know, for safety.

So..., we just sat there in silence, well besides the silent purr of his engine.

It wasn't until we were three blocks away from my shabby house that he spoke.

"Honey-",so now I'm sticky, gooey glob of mess, "-I have something to ask you. A proposition if you will."

Huh.

"Er, what about?" I asked.

"I met a...lady friend who would adore me if I allowed her to meet you. We've been, as you teens say these days, 'going out' and have took a liking with each other," he explained, stiffly.

Yeah, that's what he was, stiff. Like a board. Or a....oh, I don't know.

Hisself maybe.

He was as stiff as a Phoebus Benson.

Because his the stiffest person alive.

"Tomorrow she's throwing a brunch with her family and begged for me to bring you along as I greet and meet with her relatives," he continued as we drew closer to my house. "Would you like to join me tomorrow?"

Notice how he didn't add that he would love for me to join?

Yeah, love you too.

"Brunch? Doncha mean lunch?"

"No, I meant brunch," he muttered all wise and stuff.

...the fudge?

"What's that?"

Brunch...sounded like it was made up.

"It's a meal between breakfast and lunch," daddy-kins explained.

"Oh."

It was totally made up.

"Well?"

Hmmm...?

"What?" I asked.

"Are you...?"

"Am I what?"

"Coming?"

"Where?"

"To Daniella's house?"

"Whose she?"

"My lady friend...?"

I frowned, confused.

"Why?"

"Phoebe, we just spent half the ride talking about her!"

"I though we were talking about brunch?"

"Her brunch!"

"It sounded like you said Herbert."

He sighed.

Drama queen.

And rolled his eyes.

Somebody has a attitude.

"Would you like to join me and Daniella for brunch?"

I shrugged, "sure, when?"

"Tomorrow."

"'Kay, but ya know you have just said that at first."

"Of course Phoebe."

He pulled up to my house, letting the car idle as I grabbed my bag.