“ How the hell did you get on a plane, anyway?” I ask.
“With your credit card.”
My mouth falls open. “You stole my credit card?” I gasp. “Oh my God. Harrison,” I scold him. “You are unbelievable.”
“No, I borrowed it. It was in Mom’s drawer.”
for some reason i think ima b a boy mom and have 3 little gremlins like these
— Mar 01, 2025 06:42AM
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