Jack: Make me do what, exactly?
Jill: Well, you know...
Jack: I don't care. I'm already going to H-E double hockey sticks anyways.
Jill: Stop saying that!
(There is a silence between them. The awkwardness was almost suffocating.)
Jack: (Annoyed) Honestly, I'm not too happy we're in this mess. I mean, there could have been other solutions to this.
Jill: It's our last chance to ever be able to do something like this! We should feel excited! In all honesty, I guess I'm not that excited.
Jack: I'm not excited that you use me like this. I'm basically a tool for you to just handle. I don't know why I let you control me.
Jill: Haha. I don't control you. You allow yourself to be controlled. I was just fine NOT going. If you want, we can turn around.
Jack: We're more then half way there. Are they really doing it in this rain?
Jill: I guess so. I spent enough on this dress as it is. Now, it will be ruined.
Jack: Oh no. Whatever will we do! The world as we know it, is ending because of a dress!
Jill: Oh, shut up. You know how much prom dresses cost?
Jack: Just slap a garbage sack on ya, and a few ribbons, and call it good.
1 comment:
It was great. a funny aquward that anyone can understand. and how you started i thought they were robbing a bank or something.
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