She smiled and kissed him once. "I'm glad to hear that." She heard Rachel start crying from her room and she sighed softly. "I'll go get her." She kissed him once again before getting out of the bed. She pulled her robe on before walking to her room
* Once all the costumers were gone, my coworker Lillian and I start talking . " Wow ," She said " That guy with the tattoos was cute." I blushed a little and nodded my head . I felt my phone vibrate and replied " You're welcome"*
* I watched as people started to leave the coffee shop, around the same time everyday, there was a strange low of people. I must have accidentally turned the volume on , and I heard the song Shadow Moses go off. I blushed and turned the volume down quickly. I then replied" What a nice name.So simple, yet quite adorable."
* I walked into the building of my part time job , and I began to put in orders and handing out drinks. After passing out a few drinks to people, I saw Jason walk in. Once he got to the front of the line, I put in his order. As I waited for his drink to be made, I looked at his tattoos in interest. I always wanted some, but I didn't want just anyone putting them on my body. Whoever his artist was must have been great. Once his drink was finished , I got a sharpie and wrote " Nice ink " on his cup , along with my number. I then handed it to him.*
"I think we have enough junk food for the next...." Jake paused.
"Three days," CC laughed.
"Yeah, three days. So we should be good for now," Jake responded.
"Now all we need is alcohol, then after the show we can order pizza." Andy smiled.
"Seems better to watch than most of the other movies on here." Foreigners usually had scarier movies to Peyton for some odd reason. Americans kind of define what Americans already know as scary. Seeing a different country's perspective of it makes everything a lot scarier. "But if you don't want to watch it we don't have to." She added. She didn't want Jefferson to have to suffer through some crappy movie he didn't want to watch.
Taking him putting on that movie as a signal of his acceptance, Peyton focused her attention back over to the TV. She secretly wished that the United States had more folklore like this and convinced herself how badly the country needed it. It would make American History so much more enjoyable. Turning over to Jefferson, she smirked slightly.
"On a scale of one to ten, I think the Slit Mouth Lady is a seven." Chuckling at her own comment, she couldn't help but sigh at the end. That was definitely a crappy excuse of a joke.