Ch.9 - If He Wants To Run His Mouth, Let Him

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Jolene's POV: September 7, 9:15 am
I woke up and rubbed my eyes, only to find Spot's dad passed out right next to me. I slowly get off the bed and get ready for the day. I put on a nice pair of maroon leggings paired with a black workout tank top. I put on my running shoes along with my light blue hoodie. As I am walking out I see a peaceful looking spot still sleeping on the couch. Am I still mad at him, no. Am I going to pretend I am so he try's this entire vacation to get back on my good side?

Also no, I'm not that cruel. I softly shake him awake as he stirs around.

"mdjjfjeh whattttt?" he asks groggily. damn is morning voice hot.
"morning your highness. come on, get up. I wanna see the city!" i pull his arms off the couch a little too hard. I end up pulling him up towards me and now he's standing straight up, in nothing but boxers i might add, and almost 7 cm away.
"dis is a nice position. wouldn't ya agree doll face?" he puts on his signature smirk as if it's a reflex.
"indeed it is spotty boy" i say with a wink. I push him off me and go to the kitchen where a tiny little girl is trying to reach the fridge handle. I open it for her and in the most adorable voice ever, i hear a "fank you'se".

this must be spot's little sister he was telling me about on the plane. she has carmel brown hair, greenish; almost blue eyes, and her top right tooth missing. she's adorable!

"I'se sees ya met bailey." Spot comments walking into the kitchen wearing dark blue jeans with a black 'wife-beater' tank top, "Come 'ere bailey!" Spot said to the child, instantly changing his tone.
"SPOTTY!" she called to him running up into his arms as he spun her around.
"She called you spot?" I questioned. I thought it was only a school nickname.
"When she's was born, I'se had a lot of ache, sos she started calling me spotty. when i'se went ta da academy, ise took off the 'ty' ta get 'spot'. It kinda stuck wid me so here we are taday!" He explained while bailey was playing with his hair, being lifted on spot's hip.
"I always wondered where you got your nickname, spotty." I laughed a bit a opened the fridge to see almost nothing in here. Only Ego Waffles, some beer, and a stick of butter. I checked all the cabinets to find only cereal and more alcohol. This guy was a hell of a drunk.
"Sorry we'se don't 'ave much. Ise normally da one who's goes shopping round 'ere." Spot apologized.
"It's fine. Why don't we go out to eat? Bring bailey with us, then we can drop her off and go for a walk around the city." I planned out the entire day while Spot was mad at me.
"Sounds fun ta me. Whaddia say bails?" He asked the child who looked excited to say the least.
"FOOD!!!" She screamed. We both laughed and headed out the door when we heard rustling coming from my room.

Spot's dad walked out, grabbed a beer, and went back to my room, shutting the door. I didn't leave any valuables in there so that's good.

We headed outside and headed to a local breakfast dinner called "Tibby's 24 Hour Diner". We went inside to see a bunch of young teenage guys lounging about. We got a table on the other side of the restaurant. As I was showing Bailey my powers to entertain her, a server came up to us and stated, "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He said seriously.
"Why? I haven't done anything wrong." I replied not knowing why i could possibly be kicked out.
"We don't allow super humans in this establishment. Please leave." He calmly explained. That is bullshit! Just as I was about to say something, one of the teenagers spoke up,
"Let da goil stay Monty! She ain't hoirting nobody. Plus, she's a mudder." he argued pointing to Bailey. Me and spot knew she wasn't my kid, but if we said she was, I might be able to stay.
"Fine DeLancey! But if she causes any trouble, you're both getting kicked!" the manager threatened.
"Thank you so much..." I paused not knowing what to address the boy by.
"Oscar, call's me Oscar. Dis is me brudda Morris." He then introduced me to all the guys. There were about 20 of them and they filled almost the entire restaurant.

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