19 Chapter nineteen

Chapter 19

Joseph's POV

I groaned again, and again and again. Before giving Lucy a sideways glare. She glared right back. We were in heated glaring competition, both glaring for completely different reasons. I didn't want to go on her picnic, and her sweet pea refused to start. Honestly, I was thankful for that, if it didn't start I could find ways to leave this neighbor-ly reunion.

"You do know string of bad luck means back out right? Maybe it's trying to tell you to back out and go back inside the house.." I tell her, feeling very good about my logic.

"You know get the fuck out of my face and help me, means GET THE ACTUAL FUCK OUT OF MY FACE AND HELP ME, right?" She screamed at me.

I winced at how loud she was.

"There is literally nothing I can do for you right now."

"Yeah? How about shut the fuck up, and follow me quietly to the picnic, maybe even stop whining about it?" She asked exasperated. She tried the ignition again, it groaned, then stopped.