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They were at a bonfire. Now right at the bathroom entrance on the beach.“Psst, Taylor! Come here. Wait! You're not going to believe this, but I lost my shorts.”
“What? Actually, never mind, I don't want to know.”
J: “Wait! Just help me, real quick. That's all I'm asking.”
T: “Jordan, I couldn't care less about you right now... If you admit to breaking my project, I might be more generous.”
J: “I'll--I'll give you 20 bucks! Please, you CANNOT ruin this night for me.”
T: “Oh, I can't ruin your life, but you can ruin mine. Great, just--”
J: “Okay okay, I'll pay for the project too.”
T: “I'm not asking for your money! *sigh* I'm asking for your apology"
J: “I'm sorry now could you get me something to wrap around my waist?”
T: “Wow. That was sincere.”
J: “Thanks for this. I'd be lying if I'd said I was sorry though, because I'm not.”
T: “I know. You'd just somehow make it seem like everything is my fault again--like with my project I worked hours on, by the way-- so I kind of have to help you.”
J: “Psh, I only blame school related things on you.”
T: “You-- *sigh* Where ARE your shorts anyway?”
J: “I lit a cigarette in the bathroom, it set my shorts on fire.”
T: “In the bathroom.”
J: “Yeah.”
T: “You realize there's WATER in the bathroom, right? In the stalls, in those big things called sinks...”
J: “I know, I know. It burned right where my crotch was, though. Even if it didn't spread there was a giant window to my--”
T: “Oh that's a lovely picture.”
J: “You say it sarcastically, but you know it's true.”
T: “You're gross.”
J: “Thank you. Your towel's comfy, where'd you get it?”
T: “A shop downtown. You could probably get it at the department store though.”
J: “You had better not tell anyone about this.”
T: “I won't, jeez. Please, just put my towel in a plastic bag once you're done with it.”
J: “Eh, that's too hard.”
T: “Why are you such a--”
J: “Hey, Peyton, so you have a pair of shorts I could change into?!”
T: “... Such a... *sigh* don't ruin your night, Taylor. Just hold your head high. Burn the towel later.”