Winter: -turns around in your direction and stands up- "I dont even know you and I dont want to either!" -picks my bag up and walks further on to the field-
Winter: -stops walking and turns around. I look at the roofs and spots nick- "someones listening to our conversation!"
Troy: *Looks up* I know... Maybe you would like to come talk with me at the cafe downtown? My guard could take us in the hummer.
(You would be put in a wheelchair for life as you bones would go through your legs) Troy: someone needs to chill out...