Page 8 of Clueless
Sean
*blank stare gif*
Jesus, kid. Give a man some warning.
Me
I did. You have ten minutes
Sean
Brat.
What’s her name?
Me
Lauren.
I think you’ll like her.
There’s a pause in the text thread, and I walk in the living room, finding Lauren petting a very tired Rocco as she scrolls onher phone.
I pout at my girlfriend and dog. “I want to be petted.”
Lauren turns to me and raises an eyebrow. “I’m gonna have to pass on the whole animal-play thing.”
My mouth drops. “Oh, c’mon. But I have the best puppy-dog eyes ever.”
She merely rolls her brown ones before turning back to her phone. “Go put some clothes on, nerd. Your stepdad is gonna disown you and hate me before we’re even there.”
Doubtful.
I stare at her. “You know he’s not still my stepdad, right? I’m technically already disowned.”
She glares at me over her phone.
Chuckling,I do as I’m told and turn towards my bedroom, right as my phone buzzes again.
Sean
Lauren? She doesn’t have blonde hair, does she?
With brown in it?
I squint down at my phone, confused.
Me
No??? Black and white.
Sean
Oh. Ok
Me
Do I wanna know?
Sean
No. See you both soon.
Shrugging, I toss my phone onto the bed and start getting dressed. Cryptic answers are nothing new from the man, and we are definitely going to be late. I’ll press him about it in person later.
Instead, my mind wanders to the outcome of tonight, yet again.
Here goes fucking nothing.
