Adym's POV
"Why do you look so scared?" She asks, turning the phone on.
'1 new message from Amy.'
She slides her finger across, opening the notification up. I take a swig of the vodka causing her to look up.
"Needed?" I nod and put it down. She looks at the phone and looks up.
"Since when did I send you an image of me and Oliver?" She looks at me. I shake my head and looks at the phone.
"You must have sent it." I shrug, leaning back on the counter.
"But I wouldn't send it without a reason." She looks up.
"Who is Oliver anyways?" I push my self off the counter and walks towards her.
"He's my friend." She shrugs.
"Just a friend? Well, I don't want you friends with him." She looks at me and raises an eyebrow.
"Sorry mother, but he likes dick." She says. I looks at her and she shakes her head. "He's gay, you idiot." She scoffs. I sigh and shake my head.
"Sorry, I didn't realise-"
"Do you really think i'd cheat on you?" She asks, slamming my phone on the counter.
"No, he just loo-"
"We were neighbours. Just like we are, when I was 4. We became best mates and still are. So if your going to act like a prick about it, I'll go." She shoves her phone in her pocket and looks up at me.
"I didn't know he was gay." I simply say, grabbing the vodka.
"Yeah well, he is. So just forget about it." She snatches it off me and pours out my other six shots. I watch as she chugs down the rest.
"Well your fucked." I mumble as she makes a few weird sounds.
"Yuck." She laughs and places the empty bottle on the counter. She turns to me and gestures to the shots.
"Your turn daddy." She smirks and pushes me forward. I grab one and shot it down. She raises an eyebrow and looks at me.
"How the hell did you do that?" I look at her holding a second shot. "Practise makes perfect." She giggles and nods.
I shot down the rest and hold onto the counter. I groan slightly and look up at her. She smirks and pats my back.
"So you aren't such a naughty boy after all?" I stand up and turn to her.
"And what makes you think that?" I bite my lip and pull her closer. She holds her hands against my stomach and tugs the bottom of my top.
"You can't even cope with 7 shots of pure vodka." She smirks and kisses my neck. I chuckle and grab her waist.
"What's that got to do with me being 'bad'?" I ask, holding her bum.
"I just know you can't cope with a lot of things." She steps back and ties her hair up.
I step closer but she steps back again. I raise my eyebrow and look at her. "Have I don't something wrong?" I ask.
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Baby girl...
FanfictionWhen a new guy moves across the road, he comes over and asks you out for tea with your mum. Taking things quick, Adym and Amy tackle many obsticles while trying to enjoy their younger years.
