I mean… kit-kats are still good despite not crunching quite the way they do in the commercials.
Are you crazy? I live for the crunching noise. I’m always so disappointed.
Well…that’s how they sell things.
But if they didn’t lie in their commercials, I might actually go out and buy a kit-kat.
No, who cares? It tastes decent, and yeah, in reality it looks gross. But it fills you up…
Even though he had been fully aware that Charlie was Quinn’s twin, it was still odd to actually see her. She looked exactly like Quinn and the only way he was sure it was her was because she didn’t have a baby bump. He was sure that there were other ways to tell the difference, they probably didn’t look as identical as he thought they did, but he really didn’t care enough to pay that much attention to either girl. He had a very specific mission to fulfill while he was in Lima and no distractions were welcome whatsoever. It was already bad enough that he spent so much time talking to her on the internet. And he really had no idea why he was doing any of that. He needed to keep his attention firmly set on Rachel or none of this was going to work out.
And the biggest problem was, he had even come to the point where he had admitted to himself that she was rather pretty. It had been in a moment when he was trying to rationalize why he was talking to her, though that hadn’t been the reason he had been looking for. If he was getting distracted from Rachel, he needed to quickly pull back and just quit talking to Charlie. Which was exactly what he intended to do until he had run into her in the choir room. “Well… You’re voice could certainly use some work, but I doubt you would throw me completelyoff key.” When she questioned him about country, he shrugged. “Beautiful genre or not, it’s not one that I’ll typically pick songs to sing from. My voice fits better with other things.”
Charlie continued her act of letting her fingers dance along the keys, not putting enough pressure on them to elect a song from them. But she felt she needed to be touching it in someway. Jesse’s statement about her voice needed some work made a soft laugh fall from her lips as she shook her head. “Thank you,” she mumbled out before looking back up at him. “When a girl tells ya that she’s not much of a singer, you tell her that you think her voice sound beautiful. Even if you don’t really mean it.” She heard her southern accent come out stronger than it had in a while and it made her internally smile. Georgia was a part of who she was and she would hate to lose that part of herself just because they moved to Ohio.
“But that’s really not important.” The blonde pushed her hair out of her eyes just slightly before clearing her throat. “Well what ‘things’ fit your voice better? For all you know, I might not be able to play them.” She quirked an eyebrow in his direction, suddenly intrigued as to what he might want to sing with her. Her father had insisted that she take an interest in music other than country, so she truly wasn’t worried.
How is that even possible?
Do you know how bad for you that stuff is? Besides, it looks really gross.
I think the majority of commercials are misleading.
But that’s not fair.
You’re forgetting mcdonald’s burgers…
I’ve never had one of their burgers.
I mean I’ve had my fair share of kit-kats in my life and they never make that awesome crunching noise. I feel like my life may be one big lie.
You get used to it.
At first I just thought this place was boring, but nope. It’s more like a ghost town.