Illegal My Ass

Chapter 14- 'Oh nothing really, just making your grandchildren.'

A/N: Thank you to Purpletulips for the amazing banner, they both look hot! (I dont swing that way, just open about the fact Mila Kunis is HOT!) 

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“Maybe you could write him an ‘I’m sorry card.’” Drake suggests through his hysterical laughter.

I’m gritting my teeth together.

“Shut up.”

“YOU COULD WRITE HIM A POEM!” He screams while rolling around on the bean bag holding his stomach.

“Please stop.”

“It could go…Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, You said I Love you, and I said Thank you.” He barely got the whole sentence out because he was choking on his own laughter. His face had turned red and I was getting a little worried he would stop breathing soon.

Which right now would be a godsend. At least he would stop talking.

I had told him about the little ‘situation’ with me and Garry. That was around 20 minutes ago. He has done nothing but laugh hysterically and comment on how I could make it up to him. Giving him a thank you balloon was his first suggestion.

“Are you quite done?” I ask him impatiently.

I was sat up looking down on him while he is calming himself down. We were both still sat on the bean bags and he is showing no signs of normal conversation just yet.

I sigh in annoyance and get to my feet, switching on the PlayStation, picking up the controllers and launching one right at his stomach. He gasps, from a mixture of pain and laughter.

“If you’re going to be a bitch, I’m going to take you down like a bitch.” I state sitting back down next to him on the bean bag, crossing my legs and waiting for Tekken to load up.

His body is still shaking with laughter but he takes a few breaths to calm himself down.

“You’re on Hastings. I need to concentrate on something or I may have kidney failure in a minute.” He says through the remaining laughter coming out of his body.

He sits up leaning back against the bean bag and crossing his legs too. I look at the way we are both sat and smile to myself a little. This reminds me of when we were younger, sat so close in front of the TV I'm surprised neither of us are blind playing video games.

The screen game loads up and I click on the VS match which takes the screen to the character list.

Automatically I choose Jin, checking him out for good form before I prepare to fight for his honour.

Drake lets out a snort of laughter “You’re such a pervert.”

My eyes widen slightly as my head snaps to him, and he’s shaking his head chuckling slightly. He knew my reason for picking Jin?

“Why am I a pervert?”

“Picking the muscled topless guy, no brainer there really.”

My mouth falls open as I realise he saw right through me.

“How the hell did you know that?” I ask, genuinely curious to know how he knew me so well.

He turns his head with a big grin on his face and his brows raised as if to say ‘you really need to ask?’. Apparently since my mouth was still open in amazement, I did because he explained.

He gestured towards the screen “Look at the character I chose.”

I did as he said, and suddenly I had the answer to my question. He had chosen Christie, the hot girl fighter who was wearing a bikini top, had double D’s and an ass that would put Nicki Minaj’s to shame.