"it's a burn mark..."
Bonnie glared at me, "and?"
"yeah, and? i dropped a cigarette on myself, okay?" i muttered,
shaking her hand off of me as
i laid back in the car, pulling my dark blue long sleeve over my arm.
yet she continued to argue,
i hated when she argued with me over something so stupid, "not okay...
that was pressed in, Chuck. don't lie to me."
"i'm fucking fine, Bonnie! you don't know shit so leave it."
rolling her cerulean eyes, she leaned back on the blanket. breathing in, i could hear her huff, "i hate that name... don't call me Bonnie."
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Gap and Chuck ✓
Short StoryHe was fascinated with the way she whistled through her gap. She was fascinated with those blue chucks that matched her eyes. Eventually they became fascinated with each other. [flip flops point of view] © 2014 flawed-
