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?â€? I asked.
“Just do it,â€? Jordan told me grinning.
I laughed sarcastically,�No.�
“Come on.â€?
“NO. But maybe I’d do it if you told me why you want to do this.â€? 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!â€?
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?â€? He asked.
“I think we better leave before Chelsea finds us throwing pies at her new car.â€?