"I hate you."
"Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance."
"I am."
"Are you very sure?"
"Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?"
"No."
"Well, they should."
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Her definition of perfect was qu...
"Shit," Theo said, as I bursted out laughing as the yo-yo hit him in his eye.
"It's been twenty minutes Parker, I don't think the yo-yo is your thing."
"It will be," he stated, before trying to do a random move again this time he accidentally hit me.
"Holy fuck," I said, putting my hand on my head as Theo's eyes widened.
Parker set down the yo-yo walking over to me, moving my hand from my head so he could see, "I'm sorry. Are you okay?"
"I will be once you admit yo-yo just isn't your thing," I muttered, making him smile.
"I don't know, I think a few more hours and I could compete in a competition," he replied.
Psycho.
"Kaz has a blue glittery yo-yo," I informed him, "he could probably teach you a thing or two."
"I hope I can teach his level one day," he sighed, and I rolled my eyes with a light smile.
"Seems like too high of a goal," I replied.
"True."
I shook my head at him, "I have to go to work soon."
"I have to go to work soon too," he told me, "there's this one lady that's always there and insists on showing me pictures of her dogs in these boots."
"She puts shoes on her dog?"
He nodded, "They're nice looking shoes too, might ask her where she buys them."
"Let me know, I want a pair."
Parker smiled at me, "I will, she keeps asking me on a date. Maybe I'll go then steal the shoes from her house."
