The Summer that changed my life forever...

Dakota: I laughed. "Because I /totally/ want to kiss a stuffed animal," I said sarcastically.

Brok: "But isn't he adorable?" I asked, smirking.

Dakota: "Not as cute as the real Brok." I smiled at him.

Brok: I laughed. "Very true. I'm definitely way cuter."

Dakota: "Don't get a big head now, Brokkoly." My smile changed to a smirk.

Brok: I groaned. "You're gonna hold that against me forever, aren't you?"

Dakota: "Yup!" I chirped. "I will never, ever let you live it down. Ever."

Brok: I groaned. "I really need to see what Kent was on the day he named Trey and me."

Dakota: I laughed. "Poor you. But Trey has a normal name...or is his short for something, too?"

Brok: "His full name is Jacob Treyson Black. He used to go by Trey, but...you can guess why he doesn't go by that anymore."

Dakota; "Ohhh that's right. It's not as, er, ... well, /weird/ as Brokkoly."

Brok: I rolled my eyes. "Get over it. It's not that funny," I complained.

Dakota: "Surrrre it isn't." I tried to keep the smile from my face.

Brok: I sighed. "I hate being named after a vegetable."

Dakota: "Sorry, I can't exactly sympathize, I have a normal name...."

Brok: I laughed. "Lucky you. I wish I did."

Dakota: I shrugged. "So anyway, are we going to spend the rest of tonight standing outside build-a-bear and discussing names?"

Brok: I laughed. "Okay, we should do something else. It's your turn again, though. I picked a few in a row."

Dakota: "Um....do you own a bike?" I knew he couldn't drive, but wasn't it normal for people to have bikes? Then again, he lived in a jet...

(food, brb.)

Brok: "I used to own one. But I don't think I can ride it anymore, and Ryan already auctioned it off, so...no."

(okay)

Dakota: "You could probably ride my brother's...he's about your height...we could bike through the park or something.............." LAME LAME LAME.

Brok: "You have a brother?" I asked.

Dakota: "Half-brother. My dad was married to someone before my mom, and had a kid. My brother's older, though, 20-something...I don't remember. I don't see him much." I shrugged.

Brok: "Oh," I said. "It might be too big for me, but okay. And I'm going to need a helmet."

Dakota: I rolled my eyes. "A helmet? What are you, five?"