#21: Tell complete strangers, "I'm dating my imaginary friends."
The boys carried us all around Wal-Mart before finally deciding that they wanted to wait to get us back later. It was dinner time now. Trevor had made us burgers and hot dogs fresh off the grill.
"Let's play truth or dare," Mack said in his British accent.
"Aw, c'mon, loves! Truth or dare is a classic!"
"Classically boring," Sarah groaned. "Why don't we just play twenty questions?"
"Eh, okay," Mack agreed. "Trevor, you in?"
"Since I don't really care, sure," Trevor said with a shrug.
"How 'bout you, Crazy?" Sarah asked.
I sighed. "One way or another I'm going to be sucked into this. So why not?"
"Yippee!" Sarah said, probably on a sugar high from the soda. "Crazy, first question: Are you dating anyone?"
"Who?" Trevor asked.
I smirked. "My imaginary friend, of course!"
"Trevor, do you know how to have fun?" I asked him.
"Of course I do."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaannnnt," Sarah said. "You can't do that. Sorry, Crazy."
I sighed as if this really bothered me.
"Would someone ask me a question?" Mack begged desperately. "I'm an interesting guy, I swear."
I giggled with Sarah as we whispered about a question to ask Mack.
"Okay, so, if I was your age, would you date me?" Sarah asked, posing for dramatic effect.
Sarah grinned. "See you in a couple of years, handsome." She winked for a flirty appeal.
Mack looked like he couldn't believe what he had gotten himself into.
"Sarah, if you were to die tomorrow, what's the most insane stunt you'd do?" I asked.
"Hmm..." Sarah tapped her chin in consideration. "Tough question. But I think I would eat a pickle."
I nodded. "Good choice!"
"I know, right?" She grinned.
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Idiot in Wal-MartTeen Fiction
Annette was never mature. Her friends always described her like this: crazy, childish, loud, annoying, and really anything else of the sorts. That’s probably why she’s known as “Crazy.” When one day, Crazy gets locked in Wal-Mart, the world just tu...