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I don't like her sister. Estelle. Estelle with obnoxiously bright hair and who bosses her sister around.
"-and I need to use your truck," she tells her sister now.
Her shoulders visibly go lax from where I'm standing. I'm in the exact spot where I first saw both of them together. "How do you expect me to get home? It's a twenty minute walk."
Estelle shrugs. "Please, it'll take you fifteen minutes. Or else call someone." Inez exhales and it sounds like a laugh.
"Yeah, okay. I'll call the dozens of people that would love to help me out," they stare at each other for a moment. The argument continues for a few more minutes and I almost consider leaving. Almost.
"Just go," Inez finally snaps. She doesn't seem surprised at all when she finally sees me. "And what do you want? " My breath catches in my throat. "Yeah, you. I know you were standing there the whole time. And you're always in here. You're so fucking creepy."
She isn't after my heart anymore. She's holding it like putty in her hands.
"-and I need to use your truck," she tells her sister now.
Her shoulders visibly go lax from where I'm standing. I'm in the exact spot where I first saw both of them together. "How do you expect me to get home? It's a twenty minute walk."
Estelle shrugs. "Please, it'll take you fifteen minutes. Or else call someone." Inez exhales and it sounds like a laugh.
"Yeah, okay. I'll call the dozens of people that would love to help me out," they stare at each other for a moment. The argument continues for a few more minutes and I almost consider leaving. Almost.
"Just go," Inez finally snaps. She doesn't seem surprised at all when she finally sees me. "And what do you want? " My breath catches in my throat. "Yeah, you. I know you were standing there the whole time. And you're always in here. You're so fucking creepy."
She isn't after my heart anymore. She's holding it like putty in her hands.
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omfg so i kinda love inez (eye-nehz)and thank you OkayChris05 for commenting and y'all who keep reading!