Sexy Monster || Austin Mahone *DISCONTINUED*

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Austins POV

"Do you wear ribbons?" I ask as soon as she picks up.

"Ew no, I'm more of a leather kind of girl. Speaking of leather do you fanc-"

I end the call on her annoying, clingy voice. What was I thinking when I hooked up with her.

'About her boobs' My subconcious tells me. She was a good bang I suppse.

So if it wasn't her's (whatever her name is) then who else's could is be? What about that chick with the pink hair from last week?

Lily... Lola... I think it was Lola.

I dial her number.

"Hey Austin. What wa-"

"Ribbons?" I cut her off, getting straight to the point.

"Ribbons? What about them? Aust-"

"Do you wear bloody ribbons or not?"

"No not really, but you could always use th-" With a role of my eyes, I end the call on her too.

I can't be dealing with no clingy things, so I scroll through my contact list & delete about 4 girls' numbers. Don't worry, I have plenty of other booty calls on speed dial.

So who the fuck does the ribbon belong to?

What the heck am I meant to do with a white ribbon?

I chuck my phone on the cabinet and kneel on the floor to grab the ribbon, flinging it in my bin.

~*~

I stretch out in the bed & groan, flexing my muscles.

Emmie has been in that room for a while now, she's probably hungry.

I look down at my red watch. 16:37

Maybe I should go and offer her some reheated pizza? Thats most likely all we have in this crappy house.

I drag myself off of the bed and make my way downstairs to practise my culinary skills; reheating pizza is my speciality.

See, I can be nice sometimes. I have no idea WHY but it's possible, I'm not just some straight-faced grinch. I'm a straight-faced sexy thang.

The corners of my mouth lift up into a smirk, and I continue to have a conversation with myself in my head while the microwave ticks.

*PING*

I stalk over towards the microwave and open the door so I can grab the plate of pizza.

"EM!!" I yell out from the kitchen. Good luck to her if she thinks I'm letting her take food upstairs with my new carpet.

I hear the faint sound of footsteps on the stairs, and soon enough Emmie appears.

She stands behind the door-frame, almost like a puppy cowering with fear.

God damn. Try to do something nice and this is all that happens? Well screw you Mr nice guy.

I raise my eyebrow in annoyance and place the plate of food on the counter, next to the bar-stool.

She continues to look at the floor, unsure of what to do.

I groan quietly in annoyance and walk out of the kitchen, leaving her to herself.

Well it looks like it might be a little longer than presumed for her to settle. But don't worry, I'll make sure this is like her home soon. She'll never want to leave one day.