To Selena, "The Notebook" had to be one of the sweetest, most romantic films ever. To Logan, Nicholas Sparks seemed like a man who was a hopeless romantic, and had nothing better to do with his spare time. Selena had been on the verge of tears as the end credits scrolled up, as Logan yawned, and stretched his arms. "You are so getting pay back next year," Logan told her with a stern look. "I'm going with horror." He added, knowing just how much Selena feared and despised the genre. Selena furrowed her eyebrows, "Whoever's going to be your girlfriend is a real lucky girl," She said sarcastically. "Because your just so sensitive." "Not all girls like sensitive boys," Logan protested. "Most girls with a properly functioned brain does," Selena gritted through her teeth. "It's getting late. You should go home, unless you'd really want my father to shoot you dead." "You would stop him before you have the chance," He chuckled with a sly smile. "Come on, Sel, you just know you would. You would dodge a bullet for me," "Yeah, never be so sure." She giggled, before looking out her window. "Oh God, it's really pouring out there." She said. "You're not even wearing a jacket. Do you want to borrow one of my sweatshirts? Or a parka, maybe-" "I'd rather freeze to death, then wear a girl's sweatshirt or much less, a parka." Logan crossed his arms. "What do you see me as, Gomez? A Ken doll you can dress up in Barbie's cloth? I'm so much more hotter than Ken. Less plastic, too." She laughed ...
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To Selena, "The Notebook" had to be one of the sweetest, most romantic films ever. To Logan, Nicholas Sparks seemed like a man who was a hopeless romantic, and had nothing better to do with his spare time. Selena had been on the verge of tears as the end credits scrolled up, as Logan yawned, and stretched his arms. "You are so getting pay back next year," Logan told her with a stern look. "I'm going with horror." He added, knowing just how much Selena feared and despised the genre. Selena furrowed her eyebrows, "Whoever's going to be your girlfriend is a real lucky girl," She said sarcastically. "Because your just so sensitive." "Not all girls like sensitive boys," Logan protested. "Most girls with a properly functioned brain does," Selena gritted through her teeth. "It's getting late. You should go home, unless you'd really want my father to shoot you dead." "You would stop him before you have the chance," He chuckled with a sly smile. "Come on, Sel, you just know you would. You would dodge a bullet for me," "Yeah, never be so sure." She giggled, before looking out her window. "Oh God, it's really pouring out there." She said. "You're not even wearing a jacket. Do you want to borrow one of my sweatshirts? Or a parka, maybe-" "I'd rather freeze to death, then wear a girl's sweatshirt or much less, a parka." Logan crossed his arms. "What do you see me as, Gomez? A Ken doll you can dress up in Barbie's cloth? I'm so much more hotter than Ken. Less plastic, too." She laughed ...
To Selena, "The Notebook" had to be one of the sweetest, most romantic films ever. To Logan, Nicholas Sparks seemed like a man who was a hopeless romantic, and had nothing better to do with his spare time. Selena had been on the verge of tears as the end credits scrolled up, as Logan yawned, and stretched his arms. "You are so getting pay back next year," Logan told her with a stern look. "I'm going with horror." He added, knowing just how much Selena feared and despised the genre. Selena furrowed her eyebrows, "Whoever's going to be your girlfriend is a real lucky girl," She said sarcastically. "Because your just so sensitive." "Not all girls like sensitive boys," Logan protested. "Most girls with a properly functioned brain does," Selena gritted through her teeth. "It's getting late. You should go home, unless you'd really want my father to shoot you dead." "You would stop him before you have the chance," He chuckled with a sly smile. "Come on, Sel, you just know you would. You would dodge a bullet for me," "Yeah, never be so sure." She giggled, before looking out her window. "Oh God, it's really pouring out there." She said. "You're not even wearing a jacket. Do you want to borrow one of my sweatshirts? Or a parka, maybe-" "I'd rather freeze to death, then wear a girl's sweatshirt or much less, a parka." Logan crossed his arms. "What do you see me as, Gomez? A Ken doll you can dress up in Barbie's cloth? I'm so much more hotter than Ken. Less plastic, too." She laughed ...
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