@Chapter 8@

Michaela's POV
Me and Tage were walking down by the small lake, hand in hand. "I like it here, " I said, watching the sun set, "It's just....so....peaceful."

" I know, right?" Tage smiled, and leaned down to kiss me, when Joe walked up and said, "Hey Michaela, you want to hear another blonde joke?"

Tage let go of my hand and brought up his fist like he was going to punch Joe, but stopped, and stomped away, mumbling something about killing Joe.

"How do you kill a blonde?" Joe asked, like he didn't notice Tage's tantrum. I glared at him, "How?"

"Glue a mirror to the bottom of a swimming pool."

I sighed, angrily. "Hey Joe, how do you get a boy wet?"

"I don't know." Joe said, confused.

I pushed him into the lake. He stared at me with big eyes.

"You push him in a lake." And with that, I walked away.

WIP