”Can you please just talk to me?” Ryan asked as she stared at the girl. “Stop running away and just talk to me and tell what the fuck is going on with you.”
"Why should I?"
"You know you wish you had my puppy right now."
That is the cutest puppy ever..
Jane laughed a little, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I suppose I see your point.” She tilted her head, looking at him with as serious of an expression as she could muster. “What do you ramble about drunk?” “It’s like you’re reading my mind, Bradley.” She joked, flashing a smile. “Oh! Before I forget… I’m Jane.”
He chuckled, looking at the brunette, “No, just pretty funny considering that that’s what you choose to ramble about when you’re drunk.” Bradley nodded, “Got it. Well, I’m Bradley- just so you know.”
"Hmm, how about a couple shots of vodka to start us off? Might as well go big or go home right?"
"Is that suppose to be a pitch perfect reference or are you actually drunk?" He asked with a chuckle. "Sure, I’d be up for one."
"Would it be bad if I say both?" She questioned, somewhat jokingly. "I’m not actually drunk.. yet.”
"Pick your poison,"
Which am I?
"Friends are like boobs, some fake some right."
“You make a very good point. More people should realize that.”
"No, someone is always going to be better than you."
"I like it! Some people don’t."
Oh right. I can’t imagine why someone wouldn’t..