"i think I'm in love, Marco," I squeal with sarcasm, rolling my eyes at the remembrance of the tall, blonde headed asshole who called me a ... child. out of all the people he could have laid eyes on out in the freezing armpit of Jack Frost, he chose me to gaze at from afar & in return throws at me the exact word i'd use when referring to baby satan in my arms. speaking of the devil, the little ball of darkness was half asleep when we finally made it to the café. maybe if the uber-attractive Luke H. wasn't such a bother we would have made it in time for baby Sixx to enjoy the delicious, sweet taste of rich kid's hot cocoa.
taking a sip of the warm, mouth watering brown-colored substance, I barely nudge my arm to keep Nikki conscious. it was no way close to her bed time & she still had supper to devour within the next hour or two.
"oh really?" Uncle Marco chuckles through the phone, making me smile. he loved when his down-to-earth, not-so-snobby niece threw sarcasm all over the non-existent walls of cellular world for both his & her enjoyment.
"tall, lanky, & blonde," I describe him with the exact words I would with any undeniably handsome adult man because let's be honest hear, there was no way this Luke Hemmings was still in his mid-teens.
"oh," he says.
i can guess this right, I know I can. right now, Uncle Marco's eyes are at half-open & he's doing that not-so-attractive but also not-so-disgusting thing with his eyebrows were one rises into an arch higher than half of the McDonald's M while the other is flat against the top of his eyelid in a 180 degree line. oh yeah, the top of his left lip is curved into one of those non-convincing smirks. the ones that he decide to gleam at me whenever I get my hopes up on a boy.
"I didn't know you were falling in love with Kurt Cobain," he laughs.
"as long as you don't call me Courtney Love, I'm aye okay with giving my heart away to a punk taller than the Empire State," a smile grows on my face, remembering how sexy I found Luke's height to be. I'd let the skyscraper perform so many statutory doings upon my small, tiny-
"you do realize you're talking to your uncle, right?"
he's smirking as of now, I can sense it. that's our string our uncle-niece bond has come to.
"yes, & I'm your niece. there's actually this marvelous creation called a "family tree"-"
his laughter cuts me off from my sarcasm, "you're such a child."
"duh," I exaggerate the h in my most adored word as I ever so violently shake baby Sixx awake.
"your niece is falling asleep on my," shaking her once more, the spawn of Persephone finally decides to wake up from her ten second nap. she groans, I groan, we all groan.
"the small human or you?" he laughs way to hard at his terrible joke; I start to cringe, so does little Nikki. or she could have possibly released her bowels in the mere second. either way, it was a disgustingly beautiful event.
"you cringed didn't you?"
"obvi," I laugh, my smile instantly forming its usual frown as I notice a blonde-headed bigfoot from across the room.
"all have to call you back..."
'no eye contact, no eye contact, no eye contact, no eye contact, no eye contact...'
"what," he chuckles, "is your boyfriend there?"
I look up.
'eye contact, eye contact, eye contact, fuck me I made eye contact'
"possibly," I become still, my eyes continue to follow the pair that decided to stare back from across the room.
as the green giant slowly lingers towards me, he cannot walk for shit; he really should be in one of those cliché Twilight movies, uncle Marco & I say our goodbyes & I love yous before I end the call.
when I finally look up, I'm staring at one of the most beautiful creations God has ever made.
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Fanfiction◈ Tommy Jones, daughter of two former rock stars, is forced upon a family vacation to the freezing pits of her hell that she's been dreading most. soon she finds the piece of excitement she's been missing our on once she meets the mysterious & tatte...
