"Ohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpl ease!" she begged, for the millionth time today.
"No. And that's final." I said.
"Come on, please! I won't tell Hego." she said.
"I don't care what Hego says. He can't tell me what to do, and neither can you, Kimmie. Shoo." I said back. It was a bad idea. Kim started bawling. It was really sad, and it breaks my heart. Even more than that puppy-dog pout.
"Okay okay, fine!" I said. "But, just how far is this T Tower?" I asked suspiciously.
"It's not far. It's only, like, 300 miles from here." Kimmie said nonchalantly, like she wasn't just bawling her eyes out 20 seconds ago.
"300 miles!? That'll take over 4 hours!" I said, practically screaming at her.
"But Shego you promised!" she whined. Such an immature 14 year old.
"I promised nothing! I'm doing this because I'm nice. Now get in the car before I change my mind." I ordered.
Kimmie got in my car. It was new (and green of course) and I told her not to mess it up. She didn't.
I revved up the engine and set out for what would prove to be a very interesting drive. Because seriously, it's not everyday that you get to friggin drive to the Teen Titans' HQ.