"I wanna go with those flirters."
You stand up and make your way to the back of the train, where the
flirters are. You smile at them, and grin at the boys who are by the
flirters. One smiles at you, and takes you by the shoulders.
"Ryan." he says. "First-class boyfriend. I got a
reputation for fun." What do you say?
"I wanna be with the flirters." you say, gulping again. She
smiles at you, and says, "Go. Sit with them. I don't need you
anymore."
