Jasmine POV
You know you don't love him
Fucking slut
His great grandparents probably owned black people
What happened to us?
I sighed as my phone dinged again. Then again. Then again. I grabbed my phone and looked. The last message wasn't from that racist monkey. It was from Daddy.
Princess!
I smiled and turned down the TV before calling him.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Daddy."
"Hey, Princess. Seems like you been M.I.A lately and I miss you."
"Missed you to Dad."
"Dad? Wh- since when am I called Dad? That's like calling Whitney... Canada." He sighed.
"I have no idea what you said." I laughed.
"How is my future son in law?" Daddy asked.
"He's in the pool with fucking Vin." I answered.
"So, uh, engaged. What happened?"
"Sex, Daddy. We were having sex." I smiled.
"You are so disgusting. I swear." He yelled. "When is the wedding gonna be?"
"Few months."
"Jasmine, what's the hurry? Wait a while."
"No. I'm in love so I'm gonna marry him as soon as possible. Okay?"
"Okay, okay."
"Jake is texting me horrible things."
"Like?"
"Racism and all kind of stuff."
"Gee. Just keep your head up. He's just jealous."
"Okay." Suddenly I heard someone scream. "Daddy?"
"Oh, everyone is back. Apparently the family doesn't spend enough time together."
"Wow. Well, I love you Daddy."
"I love you, too. Call me if anything."
"Okay." I hung up.
I played on my phone for a while but then it died.
I started making plans for a zombie invasion. Me and Paul and the cast. It looked pretty damn good. Its always good to have a plan for a zombie invasion.
"What about cars?" I looked over my shoulder and saw Vin and Paul looking at my drawing.
"I was getting there." I smiled.
"So why a zombie invasion? What about aliens?" Paul handed Vin a Corona. He knows I hate them so he gabve me a Pepsi.
"Because zombie where the first thing that came to mind." I said feeling the acid in my throat.
"Okay. What about guns? Machetes will work but we need back up." Vin said.
"Oh yeah." I nodded. I drew a gun store and machine guns.
"You guys are nerds." Paul said.
"Now, we go for cars." I told Vin, completely ignoring my pedestrian fiancé.
As I drew a Charger for Vin and a Skyline for Paul, they began talking wedding.
"Just wondering who's ya best man?" Vin asked with a small grin.
"You really got the nerve to ask me that? That means your questioning our friendship. You, buddy." Paul and Vin connected fist.
"Who's ya maid?"
"I dunno." I shrugged.
"Jasmine, how come you ain't a performer? I mean, you got the gene." Vin pointed out.
"I'm impatient and very fiesty. Like, if I get mobbed, I'm fighting everyone in my way and that's not good for the Jackson name." I explained.
"You forgot stubborn, mean, cry, creative, beautiful..." Paul listed.
"Okay, shut up!" I screamed.
"But she's awesome." Paul tickled my calf.
"Okay. Well, I wanna get back in the pool. Come on."
I set down my drawing and went upstairs to change.
-Bitch if u wanna burger ... Eat a burger , bitch if u wanna French fry , eat a French fry . -
- ChunkyMonkey
