This Isn't The End

Chapter 12

Update!!! Your welcome babes! 

I love this chapter!>:)

FYI there is a picture of Camryn on the side!

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Chapter 12

Matty’s P.O.V.

         “Pwease! Pwease! Pwease! I need to!” Breanna said stomping her tiny feet in her purple cowgirl boots.

         “They will be here any minuet.” Zoie said from beside me. She had her legs over my legs and was leaning against me. She was wearing a white tank top and loose gray sweat pants. Her black Nike's made her look sporty. Her hair was tied back in a wavy ponytail.

         “What happened? Why wasn’t he here last night?!” Bre yelled again stomping her foot making the bookshelf next to her shake.

         “He was with Camryn at a park then when he was coming back here in the morning a lady hit him with her car.” Zoie said getting frustrated with Bre.

         “Bre stop stomping your feet.” I said calmly as I could get.

         “I can do what I want!” She said now stomping rapidly.

         “No you can’t you’re 4. Now stop or you are going to your room.” I said trying to stay calm.

         “You can’t make me!” She said stomping her feet again then running into Ezra and mine room.

         “I’ll be right back.” I said to Zoie who just groaned and lifted her feet. After I put Bre in her room for a whole ten minuets. She can really put up a fight. Now she is just screaming in her room. When are they getting back? I don’t think I can handle this any more! I like kids but I really need food and her constant screams are driving me up the wall.

         “I’m going to call Camryn.” Zoie said getting her phone out of her bra. She thinks that will make me not grab it but that just makes me want to grab it more. Not in a pervey way but her boobs don’t stop me from anything.

         “Okay when they get back we are going to a diner with Camryn and Ezra. He is fine; he just has a broken leg and bruised ribs. Nothing serious.” She said hanging up the phone.

         “Mkay. We should go out tonight.” I said.

         “Boy, if this is your idea of you trying to ask me out on a date then you need help. Try again.” She said with a lot of sass.

         “Well dear, would you mind accompanying me on a date this fine evening?” I said in a fake British accent.

         “That sounds very intriguing. I’m going to have to accept that cheeky invitation.” She said mocking my British accent.

         “Peachy, I will pick you up at 7 for a lovely night out on the town.”

         “Devinne,” she said sounding proper.

         “I think Bre fell asleep. Lets just chill till they get back.” I said talking in my American accent.

         “Let watch the telly-“

         “Hello? We are ba-“ Aunt Mel screamed through the shop.

         “SHHHilence!!!!!” Zoie whispered/yelled running over to aunt Mel, “We finally got her sleep.”