Euchred: 1) To deceive. 2) utterly done in or at the end of one's tether; exhausted.
"Please stop talking about how you don't have a type," I say laying my head on my friend's shoulders. "Everyone says agrees with me that you do and its square-face white boys."
"I just don't think that's my type," she replies, although were I'm sitting I more feel the vibration of the words than hear them being said.
"Then what the fuck is your type?"
"I don't want to say what my type is," she whines. "You'll make fun of me."
"I'm going to make fun of you either way. It's just a matter of what I make fun of you about."
"Well, this isn't something I want to be made fun of for."
I lean up so that I can look at her.
"If this is that serious I won't make fun of you for it."
"I still don't want to tell you."
"Fine, but I still maintain that you have a type."
"Fine, but you're wrong."
I roll my eyes.
"Then why does everyone agree with me?"
"They're wrong too!"
"So everyone else just happens to all be wrong because you don't want to accept something."
"Pretty much!"
"Whatever. Aren't you supposed to be reading something for class?"
"Aren't you supposed to be reading something for class?" She parrots back. I roll my eyes again.
"Seriously, my dude, do your readings."
"Ugh, fine."
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Bookcraft: Words Worth Writing
General FictionBookcraft: Authorship; literary skill. This is a collection of one-shots written based on the definition of a word. Each entry is a stand-alone. Enjoy!
