i buy twelve pizza and a shit ton of girl scout cookies, and plop my ass in taco bell and tell the cashier to keep em coming ever hour on the dot cause i dont care how much my stomach hurts im eating until i die man
blurb: "I dont want you seeing him. at all. and im very serious right now, you are not to see that boy. no daughter of mine will be dating a boy with pink hair and a motorbike." your father yelled at you from down the hall, but you just continued to ignore him, trying to decide what you were going to wear when you snuck out later. to say your father didnt like michael was a huge understatement. which meant you often had to sneak out to go on dates with him. sure, he dropped out of highschool to pursue his band, and sure, his hair color was a little unorthodox, but you loved him and that was all that matter. midnight rolled around, and you were all dressed for the bar michael said he was taking you too, his band had the one am slot, and you werent going to miss it for anything. crawling out your window, you heard the loud hum of his motor bike coming down the road, and you knew your father heard it too. hurrying, you rushed to climb behind him. "Hi babe, didnt think your dad was gunna let you out." he said, handing you a helmet. "he didnt, i snuck out. wouldnt miss your gig for the world. i love you, but let go before i get caught." you urged, before michael revved his bike, and drove off into the night.