After drying, Oakley insisted that we went out for lunch. So here we were, eating out food.
"No! Fuck dat shit! Caramel any day." I scoff, shaking my head at him, disgusted by the though of vanilla, it was so plain.
"Nah. Dats just disgustin." He fake gags, making me chuckle at his bad acting skills.
"Fam, you need some therapy." I smile innocently at him, making him smirk, as he responds back to me with,
"Nah. I prefer retail therapy." It takes me a moment to get what he was talking about, once I do, my eyes widen in realisation, a small giggle escaping my mouth as I say,
"Nah dudes special."
"Nah. Your special, who prefers caramel over vanilla. Dats just sad." Oakley picks up his water, taking a sip out of it, still maintaining eye contact with me.
"Um...Aaron, Ace, Freyja, Dave, Jack, Jude, me, Zendaya, and a lot more." I say, flipping him off, whilst taking a sip form my own drink.
"Man. Yous weird for real. But that's okay ma, I prefer weird girls." He says, sending me a wink. I look at him unimpressed.
"Your not attractive, cocky man." "Anyone else would disagree, c'mon ma, admit it, I'm attractive." He says, leaning back into his chair.
"Admit that I am attractive." I smirk, thinking I had won the argument.
"Your attractive ma." Oh right...he's a fucking flirt. "Now admit that I am attractive." I wanted to wipe that smirk right off his face. "Don't lie, ma." "Your attractive. No big deal." I say, trying to play it cool, as I take a sip from my cup.
"Thanks, ma." "No problem, bae." Two can play this game.
"Love the nickname, ma."
I roll my eyes at him, groaning in frustration as I stuff fries into my mouth.
I look over at Oakley, who was distracted by a dog, he looked so cute right now, I had to post this.
Picking up my phone sneakily, I take a picture of him, looking at it for a minute, admiring him.
"Will you put your phone down?" Oakley grumbles, glaring at me, giving me his attention again.
"Wait. Lemme post sum real quick." He rolls his eyes, waiting for me to finish on my phone.
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I turn off my phone, not bothering to look at the comments, when I look up I find Oakley on his phone, looking unimpressed.
"Really?" He sighs, turning his phone to show me the picture I had just posted of him.
"Fam. Calm it. You look cute." I say, taking a sip from my water, the cold liquid running down my throat.
"Thanks ma." He says, making me groan.
"No problem bae. Try finding sum else, ma makes me sound old and all dat." I place my head into my arms, trying to hide my slightly pink cheeks.
"Fam. Calm it. It sounds cute." He says, repeating what I had said to him before, making me roll my eyes at him.
"Your so annoying, you know that?" I say, closing my eyes. It's silent before I open my eyes, and open my mouth. biting my lip, "Did I say anything-um-weird last night?"
"Nope. Except for crying to get your whiskey back, your all good." He says, a small smile on his lips, making let out a relived sigh. "Anyways, back to the ice-cream discussion." "Vanilla." "Caramel." "Vanilla." "Caramel." "Cara- Vanilla." "Imagine. Loser. Even you admitted it, Caramel way better."
"Fuck you, ma." "Only you could." I say smugly, repeating the words he has said to me the other day.
