Nineteen, and absolutely hating it.
How old are you anyways?
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You don't get money by acting like a child, unfortunately.
Who’s forcing you?
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Uh, yes, 911? I'd like to report a crime. I'm being forced into growing up, and I need your help.
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That's cheap, coming from you. How could you ever say that I stopped talking to you? Whilst you were drowning in your newly found popularity, I was stuck in the background like a piece of trash you'd just thrown to the floor.
How could I ever forget? We’ve known each other since we were in diapers, basically. Which is why I didn’t expect things to happen the way they did, like when you stopped talking to me.
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Amelia jumped with joy the instant she'd managed to convince someone into taking her to McDonald's, which was a familiar reaction. Despite the fact she'd forced herself into spending time with a guy who, for some unknown reason, hated her guts, the fact that she wasn't responsible for paying was enough to drag her out of bed. McDonald's, by far, was the girl's favorite food, and there was absolutely no way she'd pass up such an opportunity, even if there was a chance her every move would be criticized.
A band shirt hung loosely off her torso, accompanied by a pair of black leggings and a pair of tatty converse. A loud noise, which sounded an awful lot like a car horn, echoed through the almost empty house, startling her. With a low groan, she ran to the door prior to grabbing a jacket. The last thing she needed was her mom waking up, and there was no doubt the sudden outbreak would've done so. Long strides took her to the car, where she opened the door and almost threw herself in.
"You're a piece of fucking shit. My mom was sleeping, you know." She hissed, though it was obvious that she wasn't going to stay mad for long.
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Blake rolled out of bed, sighing to himself as he thought about having to spend his day with Amelia. For whatever reason, the girl got on his nerves and the last thing he wanted to do was buy her lunch. Which is why it was a surprise to himself that he’d even agreed to do it in the first place. But he had to admit, he was actually glad to have something to do instead of just laying around in bed all day. Heading over to his closet, Blake changed out of his sweatpants and into jeans and a hoodie, deciding it wasn’t worth it to try and look good.
It only took him a few seconds to finish getting ready before he grabbed his phone and his keys and headed out the door. Crossing the driveway to his car, he sent a text to Amelia, letting her know that he was on his way before getting into the drivers seat. It was a short drive from his house to hers and he got there in a matter of minutes. Not even bothering to get out of the car he just honked and waited for her to come out.
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Well, we did go to the same high school. Remember? Didn't really see you much after freshman year, though, did I? It's not a surprise we haven't seen each other in a good few years.
Tell me about it. Where the hell have you been?
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And what an interesting life you live.
Pretty good. Just living life.
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Scarlett? Oh, this just keeps getting better and better.
… Amelia?!
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As much as a girl with no money can, yeah. You?
So how are you, Am? Enjoying the New Year?
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Oh, stop. You'll end up with a weird girl having a lesbian crush on you--that weird girl being me. Are you setting me up for prostitution? 'Cause I've never done that. Whatever it takes for McDonald's, though.
That’d be like the cutest price ever. You’ll win the beauty awards though. Yeah I mean you can like offer yourself? If you need the money. I know enough rich boys who’d love your ‘serves’.
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Shut up, and take me to McDonald's.
No, I don’t think so? Maybe just your personality in general. Well, you don’t seem very polite in the first place so I doubt you really care.
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Wouldn't miss it for the world.
Well, fuck you too. Tomorrow, Subway date.
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Is it the face? I get that a lot. But, yeah, it would. I mean, talking with a mouthful of Chicken McNuggets isn't very polite.
Nothing, you just…get on my nerves. I don’t know why. Alright fine. If it means getting you to shut up then I’ll buy you some god damn McDonald’s.
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You just--okay, yeah, I love you. I love you as much as I love peanut butter.
Excuse me, but my brain is gross, pink and not little. Aw, you loveeeee me.
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Congratulations. There should be an award for flirt of the year, or something. I'm pretty sure you'd win. And, uh, yeah--kinda why I'm in on this whole downgrading humans due to their lack of money thing.
I wasn’t trying actually, so I guess that means i’m a natural flirter. But hey are you really in need for money?
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This is why we're friends. Without that pretty little brain of yours, I'd probably hate you.
We could always go to Subway. Five dollar foot long, bitch.
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Damn, boy. The fuck crawled up your ass and died? Come on. Is a couple of dollars short really going to affect you?
Well I guess you can call me a child of Satan because I’d really rather not buy you McDonald’s. Unless I get something in return, don’t count on me for food.
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