Daddy & The Princess || DD/LG

chapter six

A/N:
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"Strict parents?"

I frowned at the words Johnny said as soon as I entered the car.

"What?"

"I mean, I love spy movies but I don't think a party is the place to dress like one. People could think you're an undercover cop."

I took off my coat. Johnny sent me a look of approval making me roll my eyes.

"Dante?"

I turned to the seat next to me where Mani was looking. There was a sleeping Dante in surprise-surprise...a full black outfit.

He was wearing a silky shirt with his sleeves rolled up. A pair of black jeans and silver jewellery. Rings, a chain necklace and his familiar black stud earring as well as his expensive signature cologne.

He looks so peaceful when he's sleeping. If I hadn't met him, I'd say he wasn't a rude person at all.

"Hey, blue tank?"

"Yes, white top?" I sarcastically said.

"Funny." He paused. "Did you tell your parents that you are going to be home at three in the morning?"

My eyes widened. "Sorry to ruin the fun but as you said it yourself, I've got very strict parents. I have to be home by eleven thirty."

"What? Oh, come on! Not even midnight?" He complained. "Dude, what type of cruelty is this you're going through. They're not letting you live! All the fun happens after midnight."

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"No, don't apologise. You're the one that's going to miss all the fun."

"So you can drive me home at eleven thirty?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Great because I was going to ask my brother to pick me up but he's kind of mad at me so...can't do that."

Mani turned back to me, speaking from the gap in the passenger's seat to mine. "Do you want to talk about it later?"

"No, it's okay." I whispered back.

"You sure?"

"Excuse me! Who am supposed to talk to?" Johnny complained.

"Get your own friends!" Mani told him.

"I was her friend first!"

"No, you weren't! You don't even know her name." She pointed out.

"I know her name. I just like giving people nicknames." Johnny complained taking a sharp turn.

"Ouch."

My head snapped to the young man next to me.

"Wakey wakey, sleepy head." Johnny sang before his eyes widened. "See, I did it again! It's getting out of control. Something's wrong with me. If I die, don't cry at my funeral because I'll cry too and they do real good makeup there."

Dramatic ass.

"Johnny! You're not going to die. Stop it!"

"You don't know that!" Johnny carried on, mumbling about all the small things that could prove he was dying when Dante groaned.

"Somebody tell that fucker to shut up." He complained, fakely crying.

Emotion from the dark tall villain from the movie that I cannot remember the name of? He is acting strange after all.