There's no way I could fall for him again!
Not after what he did to me.
At least... not yet. If ever.
"Um, Joe?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"I think I want to go away now."
"Why?"
"Because. I just want to."
"But I want to you to stay."
"Well, too bad. I'm going now."
I picked up my guitar, strummed the strings mockingly and left.
I could feel Joe staring at me as I walked away.
I got into the backseat of my car and slid down so nobody could see me.
I grabbed my little parascope (Yes, I have a parascope. Don't you?) and looked out the window.
I saw Joe stare at my car with a half confused half amused look.
"It's like you don't know me at all, Joe!" I whispered to myself.
Then I saw him acting like a mime.
He was the most random mime ever, no lies.
I couldn't help but laugh almost all the way through, which, unfortunately made me jiggle my parascope, making it more noticeable.
I saw Joe do sort of an, "Aha!" motion as he pointed at my car.
I sighed and climbed onto the seat.
Joe gave me a, "Get over here!" look.
I got out of the car and walked over to him.
"What do you freakin' want?"
"I think you already know."
"What makes you think I'll come back, hm?"
"One word, love." Joe did a Jack Sparrow accent. "Curiosity."
"Stop it, Joe!"
"Aha, but why would I stop, love, I know your weakness!"
"Yeah, well, I know yours!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Your stuffed armadillo."
"How did you know about Bernie?!"
"So you admit it!"
"Oh!... You, little... person!"
I stuck out my tongue.
"I shall one day get you for this, love! Or, um.. now!"
My eyes widened and Joe chased me around the park.
I tripped and Joe got an evil smile.
I turned around, still on the ground. (Woah, I can rhyme!)
Joe got down on both knees and tickled me until I couldn't breathe.
"Joe!!" I screamed. "Stop!! No!!"
He finally stopped and I caught my breath as I stood up.
I couldn't breathe very well at all.
I ran to my car and grabbed the funny white plastic thing in the giant pocket.
I sucked into my inhaler and turned to Joe.
"What the heck is wrong with you?"
"There's nothing wrong with me."
"Uh, yeah, there is!"
"Name one."
"You're crazy, you keep talking like Jack Sparrow, you act like we're still together..."
"Woah! I said one."
"Too bad. Bye bye."
I turned around and sat in the driver's seat of my car.
This Joe-ller coaster was making me dizzy.
When would it end?
Not after what he did to me.
At least... not yet. If ever.
"Um, Joe?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"I think I want to go away now."
"Why?"
"Because. I just want to."
"But I want to you to stay."
"Well, too bad. I'm going now."
I picked up my guitar, strummed the strings mockingly and left.
I could feel Joe staring at me as I walked away.
I got into the backseat of my car and slid down so nobody could see me.
I grabbed my little parascope (Yes, I have a parascope. Don't you?) and looked out the window.
I saw Joe stare at my car with a half confused half amused look.
"It's like you don't know me at all, Joe!" I whispered to myself.
Then I saw him acting like a mime.
He was the most random mime ever, no lies.
I couldn't help but laugh almost all the way through, which, unfortunately made me jiggle my parascope, making it more noticeable.
I saw Joe do sort of an, "Aha!" motion as he pointed at my car.
I sighed and climbed onto the seat.
Joe gave me a, "Get over here!" look.
I got out of the car and walked over to him.
"What do you freakin' want?"
"I think you already know."
"What makes you think I'll come back, hm?"
"One word, love." Joe did a Jack Sparrow accent. "Curiosity."
"Stop it, Joe!"
"Aha, but why would I stop, love, I know your weakness!"
"Yeah, well, I know yours!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Your stuffed armadillo."
"How did you know about Bernie?!"
"So you admit it!"
"Oh!... You, little... person!"
I stuck out my tongue.
"I shall one day get you for this, love! Or, um.. now!"
My eyes widened and Joe chased me around the park.
I tripped and Joe got an evil smile.
I turned around, still on the ground. (Woah, I can rhyme!)
Joe got down on both knees and tickled me until I couldn't breathe.
"Joe!!" I screamed. "Stop!! No!!"
He finally stopped and I caught my breath as I stood up.
I couldn't breathe very well at all.
I ran to my car and grabbed the funny white plastic thing in the giant pocket.
I sucked into my inhaler and turned to Joe.
"What the heck is wrong with you?"
"There's nothing wrong with me."
"Uh, yeah, there is!"
"Name one."
"You're crazy, you keep talking like Jack Sparrow, you act like we're still together..."
"Woah! I said one."
"Too bad. Bye bye."
I turned around and sat in the driver's seat of my car.
This Joe-ller coaster was making me dizzy.
When would it end?
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