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He's a badass mofo and knows how to keep his girl happy, so fuck you if you think he's a pansy for doing crap that gets him laid regularly. And shit, he loves her, okay? But this is so fucking retarded he wants to die.
"Noah, please," she pouts, and shit, what is worse than dying 'cause he'd rather to do that than look at that face any longer.
She could have worn a skirt today. It's the fucking least the good lord could do if he's gotta be all gay and shit. Panty flashing is way better than this idea. Fucking Step Up 3D. "But Rach, it's such a waste of slushie."
"They're fifty cents a cup, Noah," she huffs. "And since when are you concerned with wastage?"
She's got him there, and he's scrambling his mind for another excuse, like he doesn't want to get his clothes dirty or some shit, but he knows she'll totally shut that down instantly.
Fuck. He can't get out of it.
"Fine," he grumbles, and she squeals and leads him to the air vent they just passed.
He can't help but smile at her though. She's being so fucking adorable with how mesmerised she is when she blows on the straw and the purple slushie floats off above her head, and her little excited laugh with the crinkle in her nose when a droplet falls and lands on her cheek, just under her eye. He reaches up to gently wipe it away before he slowly leans in and kisses her.
Just like in the movie.
He is definitely getting laid later.