Regan! Regan!! REGAN!!! Huh? Can I borrow your sweats? Please. Pretty Please. I need them for gym practice. Can’t you wear yours? No. Why? I ... lost them. Does mom know? No... She’s gonna find out. Not if I wear yours. And when I need to use them? ... Suck it up and tell her. Ugh, you’re no help. Except when I loaned you my pads, helmet, mitt, and lucky bat. But sure, I guess I’m no help. Fine. I’ll tell her... after tonight. Last time, I promise. Hey, I’m just trying to get you to take more responsibility for your own things. I ain’t trying to be a buzz kill. I know. Good. ... So... Yes. You can borrow my sweats. One final time. Thank you. You're welcome. Can I also borrow your truck so I can take Olympus out this Saturday? You can have a ride. I ain’t trusting you with my truck. After last time? After last time. You still owe me for the burned clutch. I thought I had it this time. Well, when you pass... you can borrow Mom’s car. Till then, you can have a lift. And be grateful I even give you and your partner a lift to the ... where’s it you two are even going anyway? Drive-In. It’s a showing of Rocky Horror. It’s Olympus’s favorite movie. They have good taste. I know. Well, ‘cept for dating you. Ha ha. What time’s the movie? Late. ... Yeah. Pick your battles with Mom. Movie first, sweats later.
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