We were in front of Chelsea’s house and the light was on. Jordan wanted me to do something to my friend’s beloved object for a reason he wouldn’t share.
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“I’m sorry, you want me to do what?” I asked.
“Just do it,” Jordan told me grinning.
I laughed sarcastically,”No.”
“Come on.”
“NO. But maybe I’d do it if you told me why you want to do this.” The thought made me smile.
Jordan gave me a look of annoyance and shook is head until he turned around and shoved it toward me, “Come on. On the count of three. One.. Two… Three!”
Jordan chucked the pie at the car and ducked behind the bush and I did the same.
“There now, that wasn’t too bad was it?” He asked.
“I think we better leave before Chelsea finds us throwing pies at her new car.”