"I never said I liked these songs," Mitchell argued. "I downloaded for the one day that I got to torture you with terrible music mixed with my voice. I've got about fifty different artists on here that I actually like though."
"That makes more sense but are you forgetting about the time I caught you jamming out to Hollaback girl in the car"
(I was legit jamming to that in a car the other day oml)
"That is a classic! Of course I like that song!"
(Thats creepyXD) Mani shakes his head and laughs
"If you want to listen to an actual song, I've got Mark Redito, Pentatonix, Dear Evan Hansen, Hamilton, Be More Chill, Twenty One Chump Street, Marshmello…"
"Whatever you want" He says leaving it up to Mitchell
He shrugged. "Maybe we should just get home and sleep. No music."
"Good plan"
(let's wait for the others to do anything else lol)
(Yeah I was thinking the same thing haha)
((Lol sorry you guys are hilarious))
Nate watched the conversation with wide eyes, taking small sips of his coffee. “You two literally listen to the worst music ever. Can’t we have, like, Twenty One Pilots or Taylor Swift or something?”
"Ill pretty much listen to anything"
"What do you guys think…about killing people?" Lyda scrunches up her nose thinking. "I mean, I don't like it but I don't hate it."
"I have every Twenty One Pilots album ever, including the limited edition CD Regional At Best," Mitchell said proudly. "Pick a song." He then glanced back at Lyda. "And I only do it because I have to. Also, like…. the circle of life? People die, people are born, life goes on."
"Okay, first of all, totally random," Nate arched a brow at Lydia and grabbed for the phone. "Second of all, we agreed to never actually talk about our living, and third of all, give me my goddamn Twenty One Pilots."
"Alright, alright!" Mitchell said. "Don't be so hostile. Now pick your favorite song."
"Okay, just wondering," Lyda said. "Did you guys eat up all the donuts??"
"I ate one before since I figured they would devour them"
"Smart."
"I still haven't gotten one," Mitchell said, glaring at Nate.
((I'm rebooting this because I'm bored and SEMESTER IS OVER HALLELUJAH))
Nate rolled his eyes, giving Mitchell a 'duh' look. "That's because I ate yours, idiot. I thought we were gonna get pulled over so I thought better safe than sorry. I couldn't let them be wasted."
(Haha)
Mitchell glared. "I drive you home after you commit a crime and pay for your food, and this is how you thank me?"
"Hey, like you're hardly innocent," he stuck his tongue out at him before daintily licking his fingers of donut frosting. "I'll give you my cake when we get home, alright? The one leftover from last week."
"Didn't you already eat that" Mani asked
"Did I?" Nate tilted his head, thinking. The he shrugged and reached over for one of the coffees. It was probably Mitchell's because he'd chugged his own earlier. "Eh, I'm sure you'll find food somewhere. It's not like we're broke."
(XD)
Mitchell grabbed Nate's wrist, glaring. "I will deal with you eating my food, but if you touch my coffee I will throw you out this car while it's still moving."
"Mm, kinky," Nate smirked but slowly lowered the coffee, gazing at it mournfully. "Can we go to Starbucks, then?"
Mitchell sighed in defeat, turning into an exit on the highway. "Sure."
