Hey guys. Just so you know, if you've already read this, don't read it again (unless you want to.) This is just an edited version of the one I originally posted. The few typos were driving me insane. xD But, while I'm thinking of it, would anyone who reads kindly vote on the poll on my profile? Thanks!
~Enjoy!
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"Calm down."
"Why should I?"
"You'll regret if you don't."
"I'll regret it if I do!"
"Child-"
"Don't call me child!"
"I will if you continue to act like one!"
"This is a matter of life or death!"
"I hardly think it's that serious."
"Oh? Of course you don't. Since when do you take me seriously?"
"That's not what I meant."
"Really? Then what did you mean?"
"I simply meant to state that you are over-reacting."
"Over-reacting?! How dare you accuse me of over-reacting!"
"Look, I don't like this any more than you do-"
"Damn right I don't like it! Who does he think he is, ordering me around like a five-year-old?"
"...He thinks he's your brother."
"Haha. You're so funny."
"I try."
"Well, I still say, brother or no, he doesn't have to be so bossy."
"He's just looking out for you."
"I'm 17. Almost 18! I so do not need his help. And since when are you his police force?"
"Since I'm his best friend."
"Whatever. You can stop following me around now."
"No can do. I'm on strict orders."
"...Wuss."
"What?"
"You heard me. You're a wuss."
"And why is it that you've chosen that extraordinarily witty comeback?"
"Because you are. Come on, are you really going to obey my brother just because he told you to watch his little sister?"
"...Ah."
"What?"
"That's not going to work on me."
"...Damn. Is there anything I can do to make you leave?"
"Let me think... Nope."
"Ugh! Stop smirking! People are going to think you're a stalker if you keep following me around!"
"Well, they're going to think you're a madwoman if you keep screaming, so we're even."
"Hmph. Just because you're a little older doesn't mean you can boss me around."
"I thought we already established this. I'm not bossing you around, I'm following you around."
"Loser."
"Back to the childish name-calling now?"
"Fun-sucker."
"Oh, ow, your eloquence pains me so."
"...You're enjoying this now, aren't you?"
"Whatever gave you that idea?"
"I hate you."
"But you know you love it."
"...That doesn't even make any sense."
"But you know you love it."
"You-... you're infuriating."
"But you know you love it."
"Shut up!"
"Tsk, tsk, not with the yelling again?"
"Augh! I can't believe this! The first Friday night I have free this whole semester I'm stuck being followed by a rude, immature, and-"
"Woah, hold up. Immature? You have no right to talk there."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Uh, hello? Miss 'got-caught-flirting-with-a-college-guy-five-years-older-than-her'? How is that mature, or responsible for that matter?"
"It's not my fault. He told me he was 21-"
"Oh, that's so much better-"
"-and besides, I'm not stupid. He was already close to being completely smashed. I was removing myself from the situation before you showed up."
"You call 'removing yourself' being halfway onto his lap with a look of distress on your face?"
"I- It wasn't... I was not in distress!"
"Spluttering is not very convincing."
"Ugh! This is why I cannot stand being around you!"
"I make you flustered?"
"What? I-I'm not flustered! I'm so tired of being treated like a little kid. All you and Nate do is leave me out of the fun stuff and then ruin it when I try to find my own!"
"What are you talking about? You think getting hit on by creepers in fun?"
"No, but I do happen to be a teenaged girl, and most of us do have a tendency to enjoy parties, you idiot. Now I can't go back in there, nonetheless show my face anywhere else anytime soon because it'll be 'Look- It's Natalie, the girl who has to rely on her dumb brother and his hot friend to keep her out of trouble! Let's not talk to her or else they might come after us!' "
"... Did you just call me hot?"
"...Wow, you just totally missed the point. And here I thought older guys were supposed to be more intelligent. I think you're right; I'll be leaving-ow! Let go of my arm, creeper!"
"Sorry. But seriously; you avoided my question."
"What question?"
"Don't pull that with me. Did the all-powerful Natalie Black just say that I, measly mortal that I am, am hot?"
"It's an objective observation, Tyler. You could ask any girl back there and they'd give you the same answer."
"Wow... I wish I'd had a tape recorder."
"Even if you do have a nice face, you're still a 'tard."
"Even if? I beg to differ. And it's not only my face, let me tell you... Hey, where are you going?"
"Hm, sorry, did you say something? I couldn't hear you over the sound of all that hot air inflating your head. If you must know, I'm leaving, ego-boy, which is what you wanted back there in the first place. You can go now."
"Nope."
"Seriously, Tyler, I'm going home. You can go do whatever it is you do."
"And I should believe you because?"
"Whatever. You can follow me to the car if you want, but it's a long walk."
"No prob."
"...There's really no getting rid of you is there? Are you being paid to annoy me?"
"Nope and I wish, but watching you get irritated is worth it."
"..."
"Aw, do I make you speechless too?"
"No, but your stupid voice is going to make me deaf."
"Hm? What was that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of all that grumbling."
"Nothing... Um, have you ever heard of personal space, buster? You've been violating mine all night."
"Did you just accuse me of violating you?"
"..."
"What, no snappy comeback? Did you run out of things to saw in awe of my hotness?"
"I- you-... Uh, look, my car. Good night, thanks for ruining my evening."
"Hey, not so fast... I didn't think you were really going to go."
"What do you want? Of course I'm going. I told you I was, didn't I? Good grief, it's not like I can do anything else now except go home. What would I do, hang out with you? Ha. No thanks. I've had my fill of irritating for the night."
"I"m hurt, I really am. Can you feel my heart dying of sorrow?"
"...Let go of my hand."
"But you know you love it."
"Um... That personal space thing? Yeah. Pushing it again, Ty."
"You haven't called me that in years."
"Sorry, Tyler. You can let go of-... What are you doing?"
"Have you ever heard of blushing, Natalie? You've been doing it all night."
"What? H-have not!"
"You sound a little out of breath too. Are you sure you're not getting sick?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. G-get off me, please."
"I don't want to. You know what I did want to do though, earlier? To that drunken asshole?"
"What?"
"I wanted to knock his face in for touching you like that."
"W-what?"
"You know; like this."
"That is not what I-ah... shit T-Tyler, knock it off."
"But you know you love it."
"You're awfully-"
"..."
"..."
"... Think you'd still mind hanging out with me a little longer? You could put that quick tongue of yours to better use."
"You're a perv."
"But you know you love it."
"..You're right. I do."
The End
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