The Summer that changed my life forever...

Brok: I sighed. "If you broke up with me, Dakota, I'd still love you."

Dakota: "I see..." I looked down at my jeans, picking at a thread in the knees. I wasn't sure what to say anymore.

Brok: I looked down at my lap too. "It's all up to you now," I said.

Dakota: "If /you/ broke up with /me/..." I paused a second. "I'd still love you, too." I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Brok: I smiled and patted her arm, since I didn't really know what else to do. "Do you still have to go?" I really didn't want her to.

Dakota: An arm pat? I rolled my eyes quickly, but then answered his question. "I /guess/ not..."

Brok: I grinned. "So, uh, you wanna go back inside now?" I asked, kissing her cheek quickly.

Dakota: "Yeah, good idea." I laughed, pushing the door open and stepping out of the car, with my bag over my shoulder again.

Brok: "Wait," I said, taking her bag from her and kissing her again. "I'll get that for you."

Dakota: I smiled. "Thanks, Brokkoly." My smile disappeared though. "What about Fiona?"

Brok: I rolled my eyes at Brokkoly, then frowned. "We need a plan to get that key back."

Dakota: "Why don't you just take it...."

Brok: "Because then I have to listen to her scream and gripe at me." I rolled my eyes. "I've gotten enough of that for a lifetime."

Dakota: "Well, um, I dunno. Kiss her and then grab it out of her pocket while pretending to f -- er wait, you fail at kissing, so that might not work." Plus, I wasn't sure if I wanted to see him do that.

Brok: I rolled my eyes. "I'm not that bad with the tongue. Well, maybe I am." I frowned. "I could get Trey to maybe do it for me. Any good threats you know about that I could use against him?"

Dakota: "How did she sleep with you," I muttered super quietly. Sex involved a lot of tongue. "Um, no. I don't know. I don't know Trey well enough to think of threats."

Brok: I rolled my eyes. "Let's think past that. Uh...hm...are you willing to hit him? Like, could you beat him up? Or pretend you could?"

Dakota: "Umm...I guess..." I scowled slightly. I wasn't, like, butch. I didn't look like a dude, who could beat up a dude, did I? I WAS A GIRL. Geez, Brok.

Brok: "Okay, never mind," I said. "Scratch that. Maybe Trey can talk to Fiona and you can swipe the key? I know she keeps it in her back pocket."

Dakota: "I'm not touching her. No."

Brok: "Then you talk to her and I'll get the key."

(lol. "I'm not touching her!")

(xD)

Dakota: "Fine," I grumbled.

Brok: "Do you know what you're gonna say to her?"

Dakota: "You're a bitch, you're a bitch, you'r -- oh, wait. I'm supposed to be nice, aren't I?"