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He does that because he's ugly.

Look at this chick? She's sorta cute, right? You'd do her!

Well, there’s that one guy in American Pie.

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Geez, K. You're extra mean today.

Are you on your period?

Surprised you’re not used to being top heavy with that huge head of yours that you usually have.

[blake--preston]

Right? Who wants to have sex with food?

What?

[blake--preston]

Come on! Stop being so grumpy and just help me!

These boobs are heavy!

My name isn’t wifey. Stop calling me that.

[blake--preston]

Wifey, I need you!

I'm stuck in this weird chick's body or something. Fix it.

What?

[blake--preston]

What? Did your surgery go wrong?

So, apparently this isn't a one day thing.

Because this morning when I woke up, I still had a dick, so.

[blake--preston]

I'm that chick that has sex with hot chocolate? Weird.

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Let's Go Shopping || Blake P. + Morgan

Cheap. It was the first word that came to Blake's mind. The party was lame and so bad! Who the hell did the decorations? Why weren't there nice crystal glasses and champagne going around? Geez, was everyone on the bus actually poor? He always suspected it, but it was still surprising. Even annoying. He was definitely annoyed. Blake couldn't find Keira. She was probably avoiding him, probably still pissed at him. Oh well, she was mean and she couldn't appreciate Blake's nice gestures. It wasn't like he had to give her anything. He was being nice! She should have given him something in return for all his kindness. Like sex. But if it wasn't sex then maybe some respect or whatever it was called.

Blake stayed seated on some hard chair, his arms crossed and a pout on his face. The food looked gross and the drinks were probably cheap, super cheap. He couldn't eat or drink anything here. He'd get sick or something. Blake leaned back against his chair, groaning in frustration. He caught sight of a present in some guy's hand. Blake eyed the gift. "Hey!" The male called out, waving his arm to catch the male's attention. Ugh, the guy looked poor- just like everyone else around. "You're not actually giving that to someone, right?"

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Rich, yes. Kid, not really. If you say it like that it does!

What, are you some big egoist rich kid? And trust me, wearing just one big coat so you don’t freeze is making perfect sense. 

[blake--preston]

What's the Northern Lights?

I could live here...

I mean, I’m not used to the snow and it’s all gross and cold but, them Northern Lights are stunnin’!

[blake--preston]

Sure. If you think that kinda stuff is cute.

“You should go find yourself some hot chocolate to have sex with.” That.

[blake--preston]

What is?

Cute.

[blake--preston]

I know I'm smart. I'm not like the other poor people around here.

You're not making sense, man. 

You’re worried about matching? That’s…smart, bro. Really smart. I wonder where how on earth did you even…

[blake--preston]

You should go find yourself some hot chocolate to have sex with. 

I suppose.

[blake--preston]

No duh. I'm just the one paying for it.

Alright. I'm hot, right?

You’re not the one popping any kids out.

And you aren’t cute.

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I'm a married man.

Well, why can’t you, darling?

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Come on. You won't say that once they're finally popping out.

They'll be cute like you and me!

Kids? No.