This is a series of drabbles for the sweet, lovely and adorable mw138. Today is her birthday!
Even though she's delusional and thinks Jackson is her boyfriend, I still wanted to write her this number in hopes that it'll make her day that much brighter : )
P.S.
Stay away from my man, Megs!
None of these chapters are beta'd. All mistakes are mine.
"Excuse me, do you know the way to 405 Oak Street?"
I don't know what the fuck it is about me, but it never fails. At least once a day, someone will stop me and ask for directions. It's highly annoying.
"Yeah." I turn to him and smile. "Go north about ten blocks and make a right. Go down four blocks, turn left and keep straight for two miles and you're there."
He thanks me, smiles and walks off. I laugh to myself because he wouldn't be thanking me if he knew that I just purposely gave him the wrong directions.
Some may call me an asshole. I like to think of myself as a motivator.
People need to realize that others can't be trusted. And if I'm the one to deliver that bitter truth, then so be it. In this day and age, there's no excuse not to have some kind of navigational system. If you have a cell- and everyone does- you should have GPS.
Period.
If you don't, tough shit.
Not my problem.
If you wanna call me an asshole to make yourself feel better, then by all means...
Not like I give a shit either way. I couldn't give less than three tenths of a fuck about what others think of me.
They can kiss the darkest depths of my ass.