ATTENTION ALL BOOTYFUL OLD READERS. I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M ABOUT TO KEEP WRITTING THIS STORY AND THATS THANKS TO twinsdolan123 YOU SHOULD THANK HER, BUT I KINDA EDITED SOME PARTS- AND THAT ONE BEING ADDING SHAWN MENDES TO THE SQUAD. SO YEAH. Why was I writting in all caps- beats me.
^^that was me back in 2016 or early 2017 haha, gud timez.
Enjoy your reading fangirls :)
Chpt6: Hunger Games? More Like The Maze Runner
"How did you beat my ass in COD? That's impossible, I demand another round! Is that I mastered that game in years, just for some girl-" I cut off Grayson's annoying rambling, wanting to already get to the best part.
"When your childhood was consisted of playing video games, and learning them sports and all, courtesy to your dad. You get to learn a thing or two." I say measly shrugging, glancing back at an impressed and covered in rainbow paint Grayson.
Still can't believe the other guys haven't come out from the mansion, thanks to Grayson girlish screams when I was throwing water balloons filled with paint- at the front yard.
We're pretty much at the open.
Taking out Grayson's phone- I took it from him when we were playing COD, more like me whooping his ass, but you guys get the point- unlocking it, I go to the Snapchat app, almost ready to start recording.
"B-but, how? What? Marley, how the heck did you even knew my password?" Grayson incredulously asks, gaping at me like a fish practically.
"Took it when you weren't paying attention, and really? Grayson321 as your password." I snickered at how dumb his password is,"at least be more creative." I exasperated at the end. At that, you could see Grayson go a bit red, despite the red and blue painting smudged all over his face.
"I thought it was original." Grayson mumbled under his breath, with a frown.
I waved him,"Yeah, whatever. You lost the bet, and now you must suffer the consequences!" I cackled, with an evil face, before starting to record on Grayson's iPhone.
"Friggin weirdo." Grayson says, before turning his back at me, but I stopped him with a new idea on mind.
"Oh yeah, you have to sing Despacito while you're running." I added, having to record another segment seeing as he still has the old Snapchat update- that only records like for fifteen seconds.
"That wasn't part of the bet!" Grayson exclaims.
"Um, but who won?" I ask with a smirk after seeing he's defeated expression.
He sighs,"Fine." before grumbling under his breath,"I can't believe I'm about to do this."
I am so going to enjoy this.
"DES-PA-CI-TO," Grayson belted off as he jogged, all of a sudden the sunny day turned gray. Huh. "I don't know the words, so I say DORITO."
"Hey Marley, is Brook a single Pringle by any chance- okay, what are you guys doing?" Cameron's familiar voice asked behind me confused, with the other guys following him too.
I pocket Grayson's phone, you could say I tortured him enough.
"Long story short, Grayson lost a bet," I say gesturing towards Grayson, who's still running around the neighborhood covered in paint. But then I realized something,"Wait, what did you say about Brook?"
"Nothing." he quickly dismisses.
"Really?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
Before he could say anything, Matt beats him to it,"Cameron thinks your friend is pretty."
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Not Your Fangirl
Fiksi Penggemar"We're the Magcon Boys." "And we're the Dolan Twins." "The fangirling will come in a minute." One of them whisper-shouted with a smug look. "Well, surprise dudes!" I exclaimed doing jazz hands, and mock enthusiasm,"I don't like you people." I said...
