"Finally!" Blythe exclaimed as I walked through the door. She snatched the bag and the McFlurry out of my hands. I just stood there, with an odd, goofy look on my face.
"Ooh, chicken." She said as she opened the bag. She started stuffing her face, then looked up at me. "Whaa?" She mumbled, her mouth as full as it could possibly be with McFlurry and chicken. "Why you look like that?" She chewed more, then swallowed. "You better have a good reason to make me wait for food!"
"I do..." I replied.
She waited a second for my explaination, then urged me to tell. "Well??"
"Well. I went and got your food ordered, but still inside McDonalds, I accidentally bumped into this guy--"
"What guy?" She interrupted.
"I'm getting there! Anyway, he cleaned up the spilled food and bought more. We sat at a table and talked, until you called. He made me forget about you. That's how special he is. Guess who?"
She shrugged. "Hell, I dunno. Who?"
"Adam Lazzara."
She scoffed. "Yeah, right."
"Seriously!"
"No."
"Yeah!"
"Really..?" Bly was always so skeptical.
"Yes!!" I must have been very enthusiastic, because she finally believed me.
"Oh My Hell! You met Adam Lazzara!"
"Oh, and the best part..."
"Yes??"
"He gave me his cell number!" I held up the slightly damp napkin that I had been clutching in my sweaty hand.
"No. Damn. Way." She snatched the napkin out of my hand, and let out a little screechy noise.
I laughed. I was so happy.
"Iz. You met Adam Lazzara," Bly told me. Like I didn't know that. "Iz! Wow!"
We sat and talked about our dream life with Taking Back Sunday. Bly rather liked Matt Rubano. He's short, but so is she.
I'm 5"11', so I fit Adam very nicely, since he's six-foot-something.
I was so excited. I knew exactly what I should do.
"Bly," I woke her from her daydream. "Bly."
"Whaaa..." She said dreamily.
I smirked, then said, "I think I'm going to call him."
Are you ashamed to say what you want to, tell me you want to.
Are you ashamed to say what you want to, tell me you want to.
(Come on just say it) Are you ashamed to (Come on just say it) say what you want to, tell me you want to.
(Come on just say it) Are you ashamed to (Come on just say it) say what you want to, tell me you want to.
*clicky* ==>
Adam says, "Send feedback." (Just kidding... hahaa)
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Well... Any feedback? Rate, if you want. I'm not "pressuring" you to, like a lot of other authors do. Haha..
I love you for reading this.
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