Bombshell Blonde
[text] thats pretty rude silver. youll feel bad when i start getting dementia and shit
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[text] I am going to wipe that stupid smile off your face
[text] why are you so irritating???
[text] im older, im smarter (he means in some ways not others), and im way cooler. i dont need to try
[text] thank you. really. thanks. mom.
[text] you keep thinking that. your brain is gonna start dying soon then i’ll be the smarter one.
[text] oh my god! I am going to go over there and hit the sarcasm right out of you you little shit
[text] don’t get all cocky on me or ill have to scare some more sense into you
[text] this is why you love me. just accept it and move on
[text] Yeah, yeah I’d like to see you try
[text] NO DAMN IT I’m not accepting it and moving on.
[text] at least say thank you or something and acknowledge the compliment
He laughed at her challenging tone and shook his head, adding a little bit of sarcasm to his tone “Oh no, I just wonder how a nice wholesome girl like yourself learned such bad language. It’s not proper for a lady such as you.” With complete amusement, Dean started laughing. The whole time she was on the ledge yelling to the city below. He was practically bent over until she jumped back down “You’re gonna regret that, people are gonna be linin’ up to see what they’re missing and you’re gonna have to fight for me.” He gave her a fake sympathetic pat on the shoulder.
“Right, are you sure you’re speaking to the right girl? You may have me confused with someone else.” she said rolling her eyes. She grinned as Dean seemed to be enjoying himself and she did a little bow too just to top it off. When he patted her shoulder she looked at him with horror, “Oh no! What have I done? I can’t have people lining up to take you away from me! How will I survive?” She said dramatically clutching onto his arm.
[text] good girl, it means i taught you right. don’t let feelings get in the way of saving your life
[text] you can’t call me a kill joy and then cute in the next text. i’m going to accept the nicer compliment but disregard the other.
[text] yes the student has become the master and all that crap
[text] holy shit you’re difficult. I don’t care what you do with my insult just accept the compliment
Do you ever wonder about how an author would describe you in a novel? Not only your appearance but the way you talk and laugh and hold yourself and all the expressions on your face?
“And then there’s this asshole”
Yep. About a month or so after I was born so yeah. Was yours a jerk, as well? And yeah, I guess so.
Well that’s good that you’re making some extra money. Eh, I’m alright, I suppose. Could be worse so I shouldn’t really complain.
Oooh yeah. The biggest. Why do you think I’m in the Capitol instead of there in One? Only he can make me flee to somewhere like the Capitol.
I guess so, it’s just sooo exhausting it feels good to just relax on the couch with a bottle of beer after. Capitolites are too demanding.
I know, right? Well, at least I’m pretty sure my father was and still is crappy. Never met him.
So, how’ve you been?
Did he leave? That sounds pretty crappy to me. I guess District 1 and Two suck at producing good dads.
I’m alright, just been working a lot. Way to much, but at least I’m getting paid over time. How ‘bout you?
Oh good, someone else who hates this stupid day.
Stupid is right. Why should I celebrate a day for my father when he was as crappy as they get?
Oh joy…
My feelings exactly. You just about read my mind Clove.
