Jake
"We have to go home before 7 so choose the interesting rides, " I said, looking at all the rides. Dylan was too busy gobbling the cotton candy to even look at my way. "Stop eating so many sugary things, it will make you sick. " I said, trying to stop him from putting the whole thing in his mouth.
"Speak for yourself, " He said slapping my hand away. "Hey! Let's get on that rollercoaster! That seems so fun! " Dylan chirped, pointing to his left before dragging me by my hand.
When did he get so strong?
"Are you sure you can ride the rollercoaster? We just ate," I tried to slow him down.
"I'm fine. Don't be a p***y and come with me," He rolled his eyes while continuing to drag me with him.
Did he just call me a p***y?
This little candy eating son of Satan!
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