Good Girls Are Bad Girls That Don't Get Caught

Chapter 40: Scrip's, death lists and Restaurants = my life.

I'M BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.....It's only been 7 days -___-

I have a very valid reason for not uploading, so before you go crazy and start with the “BITCH, WHY YOU NO UPLOAD. I BLOW YO BRAINS OUT!” it was because my parents grounded me form the laptop because me and my sisters where arguing. Mum every single siblings in the world argue. To her they don’t. so sorry my lovely jubilees!

Chapter 40: Scrip’s, death lists and Restaurants = my life.

 

“That’s my line idiot!” I said snatching the book out of his hands.

“No it’s not.” Kyle hissed trying to snatch the book back from my grasp.

“I think you’ll find it is.” I said.

“Look you blind bat, that’s my line.” He pointed to the book and we both dipped our heads to see “Oh, so it is your line then.” Kyle said handing the book back to me with a sour expression.

“Ah, come on pink perky poo!” I said pinching his cheeks.

“No.”

“Are you mad with me, because you got it wrong?” I spoke to him in a child’s voice.

“Shut up.” He groaned and sat on my bed.

“Did you just tell me to shut up?” I asked and got in a position ready to pounce. 

“Hell yeah, I did.” He said excitedly. 

I hit my head with my palm “Not the answer I was looking for.” I sang.

Kyle looked dumbstruck for a moment before he seemed to get it, he shook his head “No I didn’t.” he replied.

“Right answer you liar.” I said pouncing.

Now I don’t know if any of you have done this, but we just did. We seemed to roll across the bed and end up straight on the floor with a huge ‘bump’.

“Ow, you fat mother fucker, you way as much as an ice cream truck.” I screamed as Kyle landed on me.

Yum, ice-cream.

He lifted his weight of me and smiled overhead.

“How do you know what an ice cream truck feels like?” He asked.

“Duh, like you.” I replied smugly.

“Ha you’re funny. Anyway, I was thinking since we have been doing a lot of work lately. Can I Kyle Reece take you Gweneviere Matthews to dinner?”

I looked at his face for a moment and thought “To a fancy restaurant?” I asked my lips pouting, he knows how much I hate posh restaurants’.

He seemed to think for the moment and then said in a fast rush “Just this once, I promise and we will go fast food forever.”

“Promise?” I asked.

He lent down and planted a kiss on my lips “Promise.”

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“Aw that’s sweet; he wants to show you off.” Aunt June said holding a glass of red wine.