Five years later
"Ok and what about tomorrow?" I ask.
"Well were closed tomorrow." He replies.
"Are you serious?!" This guy is making me want to tear my hair out. "How could y'all be closed on a fucking Tuesday?" He was about to respond but I cut him off.
"How do you expect me to do my day to day errands and go to work if I can't drive my jeep!"
"You know what I'm just going to put you on hold-"
"Don't you dare put me on hold!" But just as the words escaped my mouth the stupid elevator music started playing.
"Ugh!" I quickly hang up and search for another car repair shop online.
"You know you could just drive my car."
I look up at Ashley and sigh. "And what are you going to drive?" I question.
She thinks for a second then nods her head. She gets off of my counter and makes her way to my pantry, most likely seeing if we have any gummy bears.
"Left cabinet." I say.
"Ooh!" She takes them out and opens the package.
I crash onto my sofa and sigh. "I guess I'll just take the bus tomorrow." I look up at Ashley to see her nod her head.
"How did you wreck your car again?" She asks taking a blue gummy bear and popping it in her mouth.
I roll my eyes, "I didn't wreck it. There was a squirrel crossing the road and so I was looking at it I didn't see the car in front of me and I sort of maybe kinda crashed into it. But it was like just a scratch!" I yell. Yeah a scratch and I need an oil change and I need a new battery. What can I say that jeep is old.
"Mhm a scratch.." She whispers. I grab the nearest pillow and throw it at her.
"Hey!" She yells "don't take your anger out on me!" She runs over to me and tackles me in a bear hug.
"All you need is some sugar." She grabs a gummy bear and forces my mouth open putting an orange one on my tongue.
I close my mouth biting her finger. "Ouch!" She gets off me and hits me with my pillow.
"That fucking hurt. You bitch." She rubs her finger slightly and I smile.
Just in time a knock is on the door. I run over to open it tripping on the way.
I open it to reveal my grumpy old neighbor. Great. "What do you want mr. Grumpy?" I ask already irritated.
"It's mr. Grump!" He yells.
I roll my eyes, "yeah yeah what do you want?"
He frowns as he points to his lawn. "Your dog has been tearing my lawn apart! I have had enough of this nonsense!" He says raising his finger.
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The Popular Girl
Teen FictionLooking at him from across the cafeteria my heart just stops. He bites his lower lip slightly as he reads the following words off of his new book, adjusting his hair from time to time. How can someone you've spent all of high school trying to forge...
