Bianca's POV
"ITS NOT THAT HARD! OMG! YOU'VE GOT LIKE THREE TOUCHDOWNS AT THE VERY BEGINNING OF THE GAME! WHY THE HELL CAN'T YOU GET JUST ONE NOW?" Blake yelled, watching some football game.
"Blake, they suck, don't judge them." Wesley yelled from the kitchen.
"SHUT UP, DA BEARS WILL FREAKIN' WIN THIS GAME!" She yelled back.
"Ok, whatever you say." He responded.
"THIS COMING FROM THE GUY WHO GOES FOR THE DAMN BRONCOS! SCREW PEYTON MANNING, HE SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN DRAFTED! HE RUINS THE TEAM!"
"Ok then." Wesley said, sitting down next to me.
We watch the game for about five more minutes before the ump puts his arms in a touchdown position.
"OMG! WESLEY, DID YOU SEE THAT? DA BEARS CAN'T DO THAT! THAT'S WHAT YOU CLAIMED. HAHA! IN YOUR FACE!" She screamed.
"No, I didn't," Wesley claims, "I would never say da bears!"
"You know what I mean!" She says, "now where is your freaking beer?"
"In the toilet." Wesley said.
"Oh really," she says as she walks into the kitchen. "I didn't see it when I wazzed. I must be going blind."
"Ya must!" Wesley said. "She can be soooo annoying sometimes."
"If you're gonna criticize me behind my back, at least wait til I'm gone!" She yelled, and I snickered at how he got caught.
Wesley rolled his eyes and put his forehead on mine. Slowly we were kissing, well until Blake came back.
"OH GOD! Get a room, jeez!"
"Ya know, this is my house." Wesley said.
The doorbell rang and Wesley and I went to go get it.
"The damn Cubs aren't on, they were supposed to be on right after Da Bears, what the hell?!" Blake yelled.
"Uhh... Blake, I think you might have bigger problems than sports teams right now..." Wesley said, as he stared into the cold blue eyes of Blake's Father.
