HELLO FELLO WATTPADDERS! (if thats even a word hehehe) im here to tell you that im UPLOADING! well i guess thats the most obvious thing in the world, BUT! who cares? i dont! mwahaha anyways i will shut my trap like all ways and let my lovely fans read!
~MissCuttlessEmo~
CHAPTER 13
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RECAP of Chapter 12:
"So... bout that little thing that happened last night... do I get to say what I want now?" I asked impatiently.
"I guess so..." He's totally in for it now.
"I want-" But then someone busted into the room. This will never end, will it?
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Nope, I guess not. I thought he was supposed to be gone. I studied the intruder. He had blond-ish/brown-ish , had deep blue eyes and was well built. Probably around the age of 23... Not as attractive as Stefan by a long shot. Honestly when he said past girlfriends
went to him instead of staying with Stefan I don't know why. Another thing... I. Don't .Date .Players.
"What do you want?" Stefan asked him clearly annoyed.
"I thought I'd say bye to my little brother and my sister in law." God he says the same excuse every time. 'Little brother and fiancé' this, 'Little brother and fiancé' that. It gets old.
"You say that every time" I mumbled under my breath.
"What was that little sister?" Hmm gotta think of a nick name for him...Tool-Bag! That works!
"Nothing Tool-Bag" I looked at him innocently.
He glared at me for a minute. Then looked at Stefan.
"Well. I'm leaving." Tool-Bag clarified.
"I hope you die in a hole!" I yelled when he closed the door.
"Someone seems awfully daring today" Stefan said and sat next to me.
"Why do you say that?" I asked innocently.
"Well first you lied about your friend being backed up," Crap! I could feel the blood rush into my cheeks making me blush." And you dared to talk back to my brother." He concluded.
"Well, I have my moments" I said.
"Apparently."
"So... about that little promise you gave me."
"What about it?"
"Well, I was wondering if I could, you know... have it now?"
"Have what?" He asked teasing me.
"My wish thing! Idiot" I said the first part, then mumbled the insult.
"Well excuse me!" He said faking hurt."Go ahead, your wish is my command." He said with some type of accent.
I felt someone prodding at my mind. I set up the wall of mental constipation.
"I want-" I started but he cut me off.
"Wait! Why can't I-, oh never mind, continue." He said.
"I want," I paused expecting something or someone to ruin it. He nodded encouragingly. "I demand answers, and now Mr.!" I
demanded.
"What are you talking about?" He asked playing dumb. Only I could see the horror in his eyes, of me finding out what he is.
