flower child

“Sorry, I usually don’t listen to the darker voice inside but I can’t help it. Are you going to sue me?”

“I do know you very well, for your information.” Cara correctined him, laughing. “You can be quiet! See! Just like that!” She exclaimed, referring to him not speaking when she was. “Oh God, you poor child. We need to make an appointment with Anne and by that I mean I’m seeing her next week.”

I’m gonna go to that restaurant and take a boy with me and when those bread sticks come by, I’ll be the one proposing. 

“Lies, lies. I’m not that good, anyway, but yeah. I wouldn’t mind being a cute boy for a day.”

“Oh hell no, your legs are amazing! I’m dying looking at them!” Cara eyed her legs and laughed, sincerely meaning it. “What’re we waiting for?” Cara said, stumbling, noticing the girl’s glance exchange with herself, linking their arms together anyways. “A Little ice cream and some humor from yours truly will make you feel better!”

Right back at him.

“Em, maybe you should tell me because the person who did that to you might be familiar with my friend who goes by the name ‘baseball bat.’”

Were you looking for something specific or are you going to tell me what to do?

I should’ve been more specific. I meant is there anything else I could call you besides that?

Cara brought her fingers to her mouth to hide her on coming smile, not wanting to show him. “How dare you tell me to shut up. I command thou to shut himself up.” The blonde pouted, crossing her arms over her chest as she continued to tease. “Hush, my child. Cara will teach you all about the new system, love. You know no such thing.”

“You’re barely innocent, nobody at our age is.” Cara huffed, looking at him strangely. “It was lying there so I just took it. Ever heard of finder’s keepers’, losers’ weepers’?” She exclaimed, wondering if it would eat at him.

“Do you want me to take your temperature or did you take it already?”

“Who did this to you?”

“Regardless, we’re the ultimate love story known to mankind!” Cara shrieked, excitedly. “We are gols, more goals than my eyebrows and your legs! More goals than ice cream sundaes with cherries!” Cara laughed, cheering along. “Oh, can we have ice cream sundae with cherries then?!”