Chapter Three
Rebecca's POV
Should I really be here?
I know second guessing myself isn't the best choice right now, but what can I do?
I was still trapped in Liam's gorilla grip.. Sigh..
Even though Liam seems like a fine lad, I don't like being squished to death..
But I guess that's just me! (Hint slight sarcasm)
A few seconds later from the death trap, I finally got out!
Well of course with my handy dandy plumber wrench, that I keep in my batman utility belt!
Yeah.. No
"Um yeah.. I understand..?" I tried my best in comforting.
"You do?" Liam said, with the cutest puppy eyes ever!
Must resist squeezing to ultimate death.
I know what you're thinking...
No, actually I don't..
Focus Becca!
I looked at Liam, finding him staring at me.
His eyes shown a little twinkle before smiling.
"I have hope for you Becca, I have hope." He said giving me another hug.
This time it wasn't like a bow-constrictor.
I can breathe! Freeeedooom!
~~~~~~~~~ Skipping to meeting the boys ~~~~~~~~~
"Becca, let go!" He breathed.
"I'm not letting go!" I argued.
You see at this moment I'm being "forced" out of the car.
As you could tell, it's not going very well...
"Becca.." He complained. "Just *pull* let *pull* go!" He yelled.
I still was hooked onto the car like a hock! Or a monkey to a banana!
Ha! Yeah... No.
I'm really bad at idioms...
In my delusional moment of time, Liam had managed to yank me out and off of the car.
Damn you, Liam!
"Finally! We can go inside!" He cheered.
There he goes cheering again.. Oh Liam, when will you learn?
I tried to pull my weight down so we wouldn't be able to go inside; key word "tried".
I failed miserably, because Mr. Hulk over here had the muscle span of a fucking WWF wrestler!
Can I say it again? Damn you Liam...
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I currently sat on his shoulder flailing my arms like a maniac.
He stepped through the large, blue door with me complaining.
"Who the fuck would own a blue door? Seriously like, who thought it was a marvelous idea to make a damn door blue!" I complained.
As you may not know, this is how I make conversation.
It's da best!
Oh no! There it goes again!
My pants start so sag, magically a hat is placed upon my head, and my grammar disappears.
I've hit.. Gansta mode.