The Bad Boy Inside the Chicken Suit ✔ [BOOK 1]

(15) Liar liar, pants on... water?

Every story has an end, and apparently this particular story is coming to an end.

No, I'm not rushing things, well, maybe I am... but before I started this book, I already planned the ending.

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Don't worry, this is not the end, this book is just coming to an end.

Enjoy!

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"Please tell me you brought a mask... Or anything that can cover my face." I gave Langston my puppy look face, "This is the most embarrassing thing I've ever done!"

Langston hissed at me, "You're not the one wearing the chicken suit here. Besides," He coughed, "Patrick said I'll get a promotion after doing this."

"Really? Showing up outside the Big Apple with a chicken suit is worth the promotion? Are you kidding me?" I mean, we flew all the way from our home, Denovan, to this crowded and noisy city. New York.

He just shrugged.

I gave him a glare."What is the promotion, anyway?" I asked him while fluffing his wings gently.

He looked at me sheepishly, "Well..."

----3 days later---

"So, how does being a messenger feels like?" I asked Langston with a teasing smile, which by the way annoys the hell out of him.

Yes, the trip to New York a few days ago was for a promotion to become a messenger. I personally have no idea what chicken wings have to do with mails, but whatever. 

Besides, it's a good promotion because he's not wearing a chicken suit anymore. Just this hideous pink-colored polo shirt with a chicken logo on the right, and bright yellow pants. Whatever.

"I'm no one's messenger, I'm a delivery boy." He snaps at me, quoting Shrek, while juggling the bag full of envelopes on his arms.

"You know," I said, "If you drop that thing, papers would fly everywhere -and I mean everywhere."

He rolled his eyes, "Puh-lease, doing this is easy."

I simply raised an eyebrow and walked silently.

I may be silent now, but deep down, I'm just waiting for that bag to slip. 

Believe it or not, Langston and I had been the best of friends for a few weeks now. After the 'heart-to-heart' talk with him on the mountain top, shockingly, I understood him.

But the most shocking news is that, he's not that bad, at all.

He's actually... cute! Especially the surprise he gave me on valentine's day, I mean, how can a bad boy do something that sweet to a girl? Or better yet, to anyone!?

"Hey Langston," I called out. "Where are we even going?"

He shrugs, "Somewhere down the road."

I glowered, "Langston..."

He nods toward a house that is located somewhere down the road, "No kidding, it is just somewhere down the road- Shit!"

I faced him and started coughing to cover up my laughter. Langston slipped in a pile of what he just said: Shit.

Poop.

Crap.

The thing that comes out of one's butthole.