Chapter four
"Did the Amazon forest decide to grow on your head or something?" Carter turned to me, raising an eyebrow. I smacked his arm.
"Honestly it's not my fault my hair is this thick and long" I shrugged.
"Sure! It's your dad's isn't it" he smirked at me.
"Fuck off Carter. I'm adopted." I waved him off. Curse the fact that today's a freaking Saturday.
"I'm bored."
"I'm Sierra"
"I'm serious"
"I thought you were bored?"
"Seriously I'm bored."
"My mother didn't give birth to me at a comedy show. I'm Sierra" I smirked at his frustration.
"I said I'm fucking bored" he glared at me.
"Oh so bored is your second name"
"You suck" he deadpaned.
"Actually I'm awesome cause the past two minutes that you could have spent in utter boredom were filled with talking becaus of me" I winked at him.
"More like filled with annoying me" he grumbled, getting up.
"Alright alright" I grabbed his hand and pulled him down on the couch again.
"Finally!" he exclaimed throwing his hands I'm the air, making me chuckle.
"What do you wanna do" I turned to him, switching off the TV.
"Make babies?" he wiggled his eyebrows, making me smack his arm for the 7th time today.
"Next"
"Make cookies"
"Next"
"Make popcorn"
"And do what"
"I don't know"
"Exactly. Next."
"Make drawings"
"Of?"
"I don't know"
"Next"
"Alright I give up!" he scowled at me.
"Come on" I grabbed his hand and pulled him off the couch.
"Where are you taking me?" he frowned.
"Somewhere"
"Did you take the first suggestion seriously?" he mused.
I rolled my eyes and stopped walking to turn and glare at him.
"Alright! Sorry" he have me a sheepish smile. I shookmy head and turned around again.
I walked into the kitchen and opened one of the cabinets, pulling out a box of permanent colors, out of which I grabbed six bottles of pink color. Why are they kept there? Don't ask.
"What's that for?" he asked, leaning against the counter next to me while I put the bottles in a small jute bag with a huge mixing bowl before walking towards the main door with Carter behind me.
"Let's just say...we're going dog painting" I chuckled and walked out.
"Dog painting?" he questioned.
"Yes potato head"
"Hey!"
"Hey" he finally groaned, giving up on arguing with me and walked with me quietly.
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Black Crest
RomanceI pointed the barrel at him and shot twice, one bullet hitting him in the neck while the other hit his chest. "I've had enough of you" I muttered and reloaded the gun. "What makes you think the leader of the gang is still dead?" a new voice sounded...
