Like Father, Like Daughter. // Mike Fuentes

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(Brogan)
"So Brogan...will you go out with me?" Tony asked, I smiled. "Yes, I will." "The picture got 1,000 likes already!" Jaime  said, Vic opened up Instagram and said, "Well, of course they did, considering how cute they are!" I saw Eve walk downstairs. "I'll go talk with her." Jaime said and walked downstairs. I hugged Tony, he hugged me back and he kissed my head Vic started to fake cry, "They're growing up so fast." Vic said, my dad chuckled, "Tell me about it." He said, I looked over at him. "Can I have some whiskey? Please?" I begged, Mike sighed. "Please?" I asked.  "You can have one shot. That's it." He said. "Really, Mike? Really?" Vic asked as I ran downstairs. "That's if you can catch me!" I yelled, I grabbed the bottle. "Holy shit! You can run!" Jaime yelled when I chugged all of the whiskey. "Here you go." I said and gave Mike the bottle. "None for me?! You monster!" Mike playfully yells as dramatically as possible. "DAAAAMMMNNNN." Tony, Jaime, and Vic yelled. Eve smiled slightly. I walked into the living room. "My 'friends' would give me booze so I could open up. They, uh, took advantage of me." I said, Mike inhaled sharply. "But, I'm okay now." I lied, Eve squinted at me, it caught my attention, and she shook her head. "So what do you want to know?" I said. "Um.." Vic sputtered. "Hey!!! Uh, never mind." Jaime yelled, I rolled my eyes at him. 

"How about you tell us whatever you feel like we should know." Mike said as Eve's eyes began to water. "I can fight, so don't fuck with me. Uh, I used to be friends with Bryan Stars. I love spiders. I have a total of 20 tattoos. I can beat you at Mortal Kombat. I drink and smoke weed and cigarettes. But Eve knows a bit more then the rest of you." I said, everyone looked at her, a single tear fell down her face. "Do you guys really want to know the hell I had to live with since I was 5?" I asked, Eve got up and left the room. "If you're comfortable with telling us." Vic said.

I nodded and took a deep breath and explained my  story. All the guys had tears in there eyes and hugged me, I started to cry so I hid my face in Tony's chest and started cry, Tony soothed me and I stopped crying and then Tony kissed me, he pulled and way and said, "You're so beautiful." Tony said to me. I blushed and told him; "Thanks." And I went back to kissing him. "Should we leave?" Jaime asked, Mike responded quickly, "No! I'm not letting them have sex. I know that's where it would go if we left." I pulled away from Tony and laughed. "You're really fucking cute. Sorry but I'm not going to have sex with him. Well not today at least and if we did, it wouldn't be on the couch." I told my dad. He covered his ears and said, "Lalalalalala." "Well, Vic, lets go to Taco Bell." Jaime said and grabbed Vic's arm and they walked out to the car to get Taco Bell. I sat on Tony's lap and put my head on his shoulder and smiled. Mike walked outside to go smoke and I kissed Tony's neck. He bit his lip. "Not now, babe." He said trying not to moan, I smirked at him. He playfully glared at me at me, I giggled and played with his hair. He smiled at me,  I smiled. Jaime and Vic ran in. "We're back bitches! WITH TACOS!" Jaime yelled. "Stop yelling." I said, Jaime smirked, "NEEEEEEVVVVEEEERRRR!" He screeched, I got up and punched him in the stomach. "I said; stop yelling." I told him and sat down on Tony's lap again. 

Jaime doubled over in pain and Vic busted out laughing as my dad walked in. "What happened?" "Sweet, innocent Brogan punched Jaime in the gut." Tony said as Vic falls on the other couch laughing. "Did he deserve it?" My dad asked glaring at me. "Yes." I innocently said. "No! He was being his normal self!" Tony said, I shook my head. "He wouldn't stop yelling and I'm getting a headache." I groaned, "If you'd told me that you were getting a headache, I would have stopped." Jaime said. "Sure you would." I replied getting up. "I'm going to go lay down." I said walking upstairs to Tony's room, I walking in and closed the door. I laid on his bed and smiled and looked at the ceiling. 

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word count; 777

song; up all night
artist; consider me dead