take me away
You can call me Chey.
I hope a lot of them burned in it.
You should have burned with them.
I actually have no motivation to get out of bed or leave my room.
I’ll be sure to make it worth your while, Cheyenne.
Yeah, you better.
I’d love to hear about why you don’t anymore. Maybe you could tell me over a nice dinner together, and maybe I’ll tell you why I spit them out like there’s no tomorrow. C’mon, what do you say, Chey? It’s not like it’ll kill ya.
Fine. We’ll do dinner.
Don’t make me regret it, Freddie.
Some lady had to bring her son with her to her therapy session, so instead of having her take him in with her, I offered to watch him in the waiting room after my appointment. I’m pretty much a little kid. I thought it would be easy.
So long story short, if I’m able to have kids, I will raise him or her to hunt down that boy and seek revenge for me.
I think it’s time to bring out the frozen peas.
Maybe because you’re the first girl who hasn’t been swept over by my…unorthodox charm. You intrigue me.
What can I say? I don’t fall for lines anymore and you seem to be spitting them out like there’s no tomorrow.
Forgive me for trying to be smooth, Cheyenne. But I think you’d be surprised how much I could afford.
Come on, sour cheeks. You can’t find it in you to give me a chance?
Oh… Is that so?
Why should I give you a chance, Freddie? By the way, “because I’m awesome and sexy” aren’t reasons.
Is that so? And how much would it take to take you on a date?
Sorry babe but if you have to ask… You can’t afford it.
Come on, sweet cheeks, don’t be jealous just because I’m 100 dollars richer and you’re not.
Oh, please. One hundred dollars isn’t even a big deal. You’d need a lot more to buy a decent hooker.
