The Summer that changed my life forever...

(yush! I wanna see! My parents never got me a puppy, because they worked and thought it would be lonely. >.> so I adore other peoples')

Dakota: I shrugged. "It's better than pink."

(okay, I'll forward it to you. He's not a puppy, though, so keep that in mind .)

Brok: I nodded, hoping she never saw me on stage. "I guess."

(lol, okay, I call everyones' dogs puppies, regardless of their real age xD)

Dakota: I looked at him in confusion. "Why? Do YOU like orange? I mean a lot?"

(haha. I just sent the pictys. Now my dumb dog is barking.)

Brok: I shrugged. "I like most colors."

(awww such a cute puppy(

Dakota: I held back a smirk. "Do you like rainbows, Brok?"

(hahahahaha I know, right? I love the sleeping picture )

Brok: I raised an eyebrow. "When they're in the sky, yes."

(me, too xD he/she/it/whatever doesn't look that old, though. maybe I'm bad at judging dog years )

Dakota: "Are you admitting to being...gay?" I pretended to gasp in schock.

(he's not. it's a he. he's 3 <3, so yeah, he's not that old.)

Brok: I rolled my eyes. "Honey, I am so very, very definitely straight."

(awwww :3 cute wittle doggie)

Dakota: I bit my lip, about to comment something. But he'd probably get mad if I made another comment like....I paused too long, unsure of what to say.

(I know! I wanna get him a friend I'm his favorite.)

Brok: I laughed. "Did you think I wasn't or something?"

(aww lol)

Dakota: "You think I'd be here if I thought you weren't?" Oh shoot. "Nevermind...uhm. the park's just down the street."

Brok: I laughed. "Got something against people who do like rainbows?" I joked as I dug out money to pay for the Frisbee.

Dakota: "Nope..." I shrugged, putting the frisbee on the counter so it could be rung up.

Brok: I laughed. "Just making sure. But seriously, rainbows aren't my thing."

(does he wear orange for all their band's performances?)

Dakota: "That's good to know."

(pink sometimes )

Brok: I laughed. "I bet. So, park now?"

(LMAO how come?)

Dakota: "Yup." I nodded and we headed out the door. Why was I having trouble coming up with interesting things to say?

(he's a strange child. he's the only one who'll do it, too.)

Brok: I fished the Frisbee out and turned it over in my hands. "Have you played with Frisbees before?"

(lol. does he have any band pictures of him in pink? If Dakota found a pic of him in pink...lmao. But good he's strange, because she is, too xD)

Dakota: "Of course. Haven't you?"

(I bet they're on the internet. their internet, I mean. And yeah, Brok's the quirkiest <3.)

Brok: I shrugged. "I don't really know how to throw one. But they're fun."

(lol, yeah THEIR internet, ha. Good <3 lol. I like him, he's fun.)

Dakota: "It's not that hard. And I haven't played in awhile, so we can fail together. "

(He is! . It's so weird how you picked Dakota and I picked Brok and a Dakota ends up with my Brok )

Brok: I laughed. "As long as we have fun, sure."

(that is really, really weird. o.o what's the Dakota in the book like?)

Dakota: Again, I bit back something that would sound almost flirty. "Yeah..."

(she's a b****. She acts in a movie, so she thinks she's a hot-shot. She's also in CP's rival band, so that definitely plays into the plot, because Kent HATES their manager.)

Brok: "We're here," I said. "What do we do with this plastic bag?"

(:o whoa. so does it start out as one of those love/hate type things?)

Dakota: "Throw it out.?"