How Many dudes you know roll like me? Not many, if any

21 How many dudes you know roll like me? Not many, if any

Hello!

I'm super super sorry this has taken so long to get up!

I've been really busy and my computer crapped out etc etc.

this isn't the whole chapter but i realized you guys must be so sick of waiting!

so here you go!

Hope you enjoy! And as soon as I've posted this and done various other things.... I'll start writing the next chapter!

anyways, arohamai

Katary

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I walked into my house and was so grateful to finally be home. Don't get me wrong, I loved every second that I was away, but nothing beats the feeling of being home. What made it even better was that there was no annoying brother and his friends around and my rents weren't home either. So I had the place to myself. I could say and do whatever the hell I wanted to!

So I ran upstairs to my room and plugged my iPod into my stereo and pressed shuffle. I turn it up as loud as I can and jump in the shower to get me self clean.

An hour later, (I got bored in the bathroom and decided to do my make up, full on smoky eyes and everything!) I walk downstairs to find my parents are home and looking suspiciously tired.

'Hey, how was your guys' weekend?' I ask them and they both looked at each other and smiled.

Mum answered me. 'We actually flew up to Auckland for the weekend, and it was great!'

What the fudgesickle?

'You guys didn't think to tell your only daughter that you were in another city! Crikeys I should report you two!' I said in mock anger and they played along by adding in, 'oh my! So sorry master that will not happen again!' they then got on the floor and bowed so low their heads were touching the floor.

I was so close to laughing my head off but I held it in just so I could say, 'I should think so, let's not forget the last time I got my whip out, don't make me do it again!' at that we all started laughing our heads of and mom started getting up and I lent her a hand and pulled her up.

Dad was still taking his sweet time so I put my hand out for him to take and he grabbed it and pulled me down on the floor. This is definitely a bad position.

I see his hand go up in the air and I hear him yell out, 'THE CLAW!!!' before he put his hand on my head and started squeezing it hard. The claw is his stupid signature move and I have a hard time of fighting him off when he does it.

When I was a kid we all (except my mother, she absolutely hates it) used to watch wrestling, then we would have our own fights, me my dad and J. We would be rolling around on the floor 'til mum would come in and do the ref's final count.

If she was in a good mood she'd even do the introductions.

I managed to punch my dad in the gut and then pushed him onto his guts and sat on his legs. 'Boston crab!' I yelled and he was squirming his way out from underneath me.

I heard mum in the background doing the commentary and I said she should do the count and she sat next to me on the floor.

'One!' She pounded. Dad started to buck wildly and I had a hard time of keeping a grip on his legs.

'Two!' I could feel dad trying to tickle me to get me off, but I finally had a good grip on his legs and I knew I was in for the win.

Just before mum could finish saying three we heard the front door open and in walked J.