Baby Daddy

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FOUL LANGUAGE USED FREQUENTLY. If seeing "shit, fuck, ass, dick" repeatedly isn't for you, I suggest not reading this. Srryyy :( but if you dgaf and live by YOLO then keep reading :)

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Kian Lawley

"Bro." I called out to Jc for the millionth time as he repeatedly ignored me.

"Dude!" I yelled louder, throwing a pillow, hitting him right in the face.

"What?!" He yelled back angrily slamming the pillow on the floor.

"Could you stop separating your heroin from your cocaine and fucking help me out?" I asked annoyed, throwing a box at him, "Put all your shit in that. The moving truck comes tomorrow and I'm not gonna bust my ass AGAIN trying to stuff all your pointless crap in the car."

"One time." Jc said rolling his eyes grabbing his box and stuffing his items inside.

"Did you hear from Gray?" I asked folding a few blankets and putting them neatly on the couch.

"Yea, he picked Ethan up last night."

"No fucking shit! They let that fucker out of prison?" I laughed, looking at Jc in disbelief.

"That's what I said. You fracture a skull and the police don't even care." Jc said in disbelief, "They say he's had good behavior which is bunch of bullshit but whatever, he'll be back in prison soon enough."

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Grayson Dolan

"It's good to have you back man." I said entering the house with Ethan, "I almost sold your room to a stripper."

"Asshole." Ethan murmured followed by a small laugh. He plopped on the couch and took a deep breath, "When I say that prison smells like straight ass I'm not kidding, like pure ass Gray. Just ass everywhere."

"You must really love some ass if you keep going back to the ass. You need to stay out of prison dude! If you go back one more time grandma's gonna stop sending Christmas cards." I said half jokingly, and half serious. Those cards contain at least $300. That's good money.

"Look. I'm out for good, I'm not going back. I cannot eat another moldy grilled cheese sandwich, those shits will have you on the toilet for hours!" Ethan groaned with a disgusted look on his face.

"Sorry about your shit cheese sandwiches Eth, but Kian and Jc are moving in tomorrow, and I still haven't finished taking all the junk out their rooms. Mind giving me a hand?" I asked raising an eyebrow. My question wasn't really a question. He really needs to get his ass up and help clean out Jc's room.

"Ahh." Ethan said standing up, "I forgot about those shit heads." He laughed, "Kian catch STD's yet?"

"No, smart ass." I said rolling my eyes.

"Jc start flying yet?"

"What- what the fuck Ethan, what does that even mean." I asked with a confused, annoyed face.

"He's still getting high as a kite right?" Ethan asked with a small smirk.

I rolled my eyes, "Make yourself useful and get a garbage bag. We have lots to do."

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"Dude, its fucking garbage land up here, the fuck have you been doing?" Ethan asked me exiting the room with a bag full of trash.

"I've had friends over, they're messy. Friends are messy." I said walking ahead of Ethan.

"No. Your friends are fucking animals. There was broken glass everywhere I could've cut my foot open you inconsiderate piece of shit."

"Well watch where your going next time, you dangerous felon." I said turning back around angrily, stopping us both in our tracks.

"Damn Gray chill. You know me, I say some pretty stupid shit but I don't mean it. What's up with you? We always joke around like that." Ethan asked looking at me patiently waiting for an answer.

"Nothing. I'm sorry. I'm just tired, I haven't gotten a lot of sleep I've been trying to fix this place up. I know you man, everything's cool." I said embarrassed running my hand through my hair.

"Yea.." Ethan said now walking ahead of me, "Control your temper man, don't be a little bitch." He said patting my shoulder, giving me a small smile, and disappearing down the stairs.

I stood there clenching my fists. Good to have you back Eth.

Jc Caylen

"Well I think it's safe to say, we did a pretty bomb ass job." I said plopping on the couch, tired as hell from all the work we just did.

Kian took a loud breath and looked around, "Do you think they're gonna charge us for that huge hole in the wall?"

I looked over to the hole which was caused by Kian and Ethan wrestling last year.

"Nah." I said caring nothing about the wall. I checked the time on my phone and it read 11:37 pm.

"What time does the moving truck tomorrow?" I asked Kian.

"Fucking 9 am." Kian said angrily, "Oh, Jc, wheres your illegal shits?" He asked worriedly.

"Calm down. They're hidden. I've came way too far to get caught now." I said assuring Kian, "Everything's fine. We won't have another re-run of last time."

"Yea. You were in a holding cell for 72 hours and you'd still be there if Ethan wasn't such a good fucking liar." Kian said sitting in another chair across from me.

"If it's one thing Ethan can do, it's get us out of stupid shit. Even though he somehow always wounds up in it." I said pulling out a cigarette.

Kian sighed, "You realize that now that he's back we're gonna get in a shit load of trouble."

"Oh please. You fuck 20 girls a night, and I sell illegal shit, I think we're already in a shit load of trouble."

"Yea but we're not felons." Kian said in a duh tone.

"Your not. But I am. I'm just a sly felon. I'll die before I let those fuck police put me behind bars." I said lighting the cigar and putting it in my mouth, "I will not be locked up."

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- amari 💗