He sounds just like a spoil brat. Oh wait, he is a spoil brat.
Archer walks around the mall for a few minutes with me following behind him. He stops when we're in the middle of the mall - the crossway.
"You have something to say, don't you?" Archer turns to face me. "You're making that overthinking face again."
Yeah, actually, I do have something to say.
"What are you doing, Archer? What are we doing? And don't answer something cheesy
okay."
He put his hand inside his pocket and bring out a crumbled-up paper. I recognize it immediately.
"I threw that away."
"Skinny dipping but not really, spend the night inside a mall, ride a taxi and say 'follow that car'." He reads off a few things on the list.
His words slowly register into my head. The taxi, the pool, and now the mall. It make
