Your Typical Bad Girl
Brit roared.
Now that did get me out of bed. Why, you may ask? 'Cause I knew Brit wasn't joking when she said that—trust me.
"Thanks, Brit. I couldn't have done it without you," Matt sighed.
"I know, you've always been a wussy," she said with a smile.
"Evilll! Evill!" Matt yelled, pointing fingers.
"Ugh.. Are y'all trynna be Drake and Josh or something?" I asked with an irritated look.