Walking down the girls dorm I notice everyone hanging out in the hallway. As we pass they all look at us as if we are either gods are, invading enemies, or wild animals in the wrong place. Either way we get some pretty weird looks. As we reach Francesca and the girls's dorm I hear music blasting from inside.
We turn the door to see if it unlocked, to our surprise it is. As we open the door, they are all dancing on furniture, the TV blasting music. Primadonna plays. No I don't know that song from listening to it ,it is being shown on the TV. The girls all have a little heart under their left eyes. All of them are in their pajamas as they dance and sing. Some beautifully ,others terribly.
I stand there watching them in amusement as Porter walks over and turns the TV off. The girls all turn to look at us.
"What's with blasting Primadonna at eight in the morning?" I ask, my eyes alight in amusement.
Francesca hops of the spot on the table by Rory. "You listen to Marina and the Diamonds?" She asks teasingly.
"No, it was on the TV," I grumble.
"Mhm sure," she responds back sarcastically.
"But I'm not lying," I whine. Trying not to make it seem like I listen to someone when I don't.
"Don't feel bad. Gage blasts Baby by Justin Bieber, in his underwear, in the mirror, while singing into a hairbrush. The best part is is that it's his hot pink hairbrush." After Rory says that Gage turns bright red.
"Bro, you told me that was Harlow's," Ryders blames.
"Ew, pink," Harlow spits 'pink' out as if it's poison in her mouth.
"The last time Harlow wore pink she was at the beach. Some jerk wad dumped chili cheese nachos on her, while walking to the bathroom to clean herself up, she had seagulls crowding her. When one was flying over head it pooped all over her, she screamed which made humans run to her and seagulls run away," Autumn explains. I hear Harlow mumble some incoherencies under her breathe. "She now also hates seagulls. Like a burning hatred."
"I do to. They once stole my chiro," Gage agrees.
"Gage, it was Jasper, Ms.Mulegin's dog, and it was a stick," Rory says as if she was talking to a six year old child. "Idiot," she mumbles under breath.
"You said a bad word," Gage yells as if he was six.
"Oh it is not as if you didn't say the D word the other day," Rory accuses.
Teagan buds in," but Gage doesn't curse, Hayes might, but Gage doesn't."
"Hey-" Hayes tries to say but is interrupted by Gage.
"I said Duck. Like the animal," Gage explains.
Rory stares at him as if he is satan reincarnated. "Don't say that word. Those foul beast are evil. They will kill your family in there sleep." Rory growls out evil.
The two of the three triplets turn to Autumn," Any story behind that?" Their voices in sinc.
"Nope, she just hates them." She explains shrugging her shoulders.
Rory huffs and sits on the couch. Gage walks over to apologies. I hear a voice pipe up behind me," what's your favorite Marina and the Diamonds song?" I turn and see Francesca standing behind me, a mischievous glint in her green eyes.
I groan, "I don't listen to Miranda and the Pearls." I answer.
I feel a hand slap the back of my head, hard. "It's Marina and the Diamonds you inconsiderate mule," Rex says from behind me.
"Porter help I'm being double teamed," I yell.
"Sorry bro, I can barely handle this one, much less two more." Porter says, earning a hard punch to the gut from Teagan.
"Let's go get coffee," I hear Francesca say.
We all nod our heads and chorus our approval at her choice. I watch, in a non creepy way, as she slips on some Birkenstocks and a black knit sweater. Or at least I think that's what those things are, Autumn has been trying to get me to learn girls clothes.
We all walk in pairs on the sidewalk. As we round the corner, I see a small coffee shop, Francesca walks towards it. The name of the shop is Espresso Yourself. As we walk in, a wall is chalkboard, and cute little tables are set randomly around. The smell of dark roast coffee wafts into my nose.
Francesca and Rae go up to order. We all go sit down, but Rory walks away and starts drawing on the chalkboard. We all sit drinking our coffee and one tea ,dang British people and their tea. But Rory's drawing is amazing, the end result is gorgeous. It is this massive lion head. The detail she put into it makes it even cooler. One ear alone has more detail on it than any art thing I've ever made.
The striking blue eyes bring the beast to life. Everyone looks at it until this lady who is on the older side and looks very motherly, walks out and sprays something on it. "Now it will be here till the end of the day, then we will spray it again." She winks at Rory and mouths 'it is beautiful' to her.
Rory smiles with pride at her work.
All of a sudden Gage pipes up," why are you drinking tea?"
Everyone at our table looks at Francesca. "Well, because coffee is revolting." She answers simply and shrugs at the end.
"Oh and we can't forget that you're British and that sways your opinion." He says as a side comment.
"Number one, I am not British I'm English. Number Two being English doesn't 'sway my opinion' it's a personal choice," Francesca answers back.
I look over and see Ryder recording it all.
"You can't be English! We're English." Gage answers back, thinking that he has said something right.
"No Gage, you are American. You speak English." She answers back as if she were watching a little boy who tries argue with everything.
Once we all finish, we all go sit by the willow tree.
A/N
Wassup Party People! So what did you think? And I feel like a bad person because I almost never update. If I can get twelve votes on this chapter you can get a double update next time. Deal? Oh and aren't you going to miss Rae and Rex. If you go on my other account, you won't be seeing the end of them. My other account is LaceIsADinosaur you should be seeing them in my story, We Can Be Bad. And all I want to do is thank you guys for all the support. I love you all and you keep me going! Thank you so much! <3
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