Chapter Twenty-Five
Farmer
I consider myself pretty good at reading people. Like that farmer girl. She's nice, but loud. She's funny, but annoying. She has a love for her animals I respect.
"Hey Vaughn, what are you thinking about?" My nosy cousin asks me. Can't a guy just think on the couch all by himself once a while?
"None of your business," I say.
"Yes it is. I can tell," She says, the little snob. I role my eyes.
"You need to get a life," I say.
"You were thinking about Chelsea, weren't you?"
"No!" I snap.
"Liar!" She yells.
I don't respond.
Vaughn, you little liar, you! Don't you know its not nice to lie? :P