Princess Can Fight |✓

Chapter 31: Oh Crap

"Hey Spencer?"

"Hey Izabelle?" He smiled.

"You're cute."

"I am, aren't I?"

Brad walked out of his room and grabbed a water bottle.

"Don't tell me you two can't sleep either?" He rubbed his eyes keeping the bottle on the counter near Spencer's head.

"We've been here for a while." Spencer informed him.

Brad nodded and pulled up a chair for himself.

"So why are you up? I'm bored, Izabelle had a nightmare, what's your excuse for being out of bed?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, I'm just not sleepy anymore."

Spencer nodded in understanding.

"I have a question." He said.

"Isn't it a little early for questions?" Brad sighed.

"What in the world possessed you to get so many tattoos in three weeks? One day you're an average plain skinned guy and the next thing we know you've gone a weird tattoo spree and had at least thirty nine percent of your skin inked?"

Brad raised a brow at him with a confused look on his face.

"No offense man, you pull it off pretty well, I'm just curious? And didn't Tucker say anything? I know he's cool with a lot of things no normal adult should be cool with but, I'm just saying if I went and got a bunch of weird cryptic tattoos my imaginary brother would give me hell for it."

"I don't like them very much but they weren't really a choice. They were an unavoidable part of creating Flynn so I got them done. And Tucker didn't give a crap anyway."

"Who the fuck is Flynn now?" Spencer groaned.

"It's his alternate personality." I supplied.

"Wow. Alright, I really am the boring, normal one of the group."

"I think you're cool." I said, rubbing his shoulder.

"You're just saying that to make me feel like a little less of a loser."

"Well, is it working?"

"Maybe."

"I'd give anything to be boring and normal. I think all of us would choose boring over what we've become now."

"So I guess since I'm the normal, boring one, I should go back to sleep because that's what normal people do, they sleep."

"You don't have to go." I said.

"Let me be the one thing you like about me Izabelle, let me be normal." He passed a hand through his long brown hair. I nodded.

Spencer left us alone.

I lifted my head off the counter and stared at Brad for a moment before I let myself lean in for a peck on the lips.

"You have three seconds to back off before I hurt you Princess." Ouch. I snapped back.

"We're going to have a talk Princess. And I don't think you're going to enjoy." He placed a knife on the counter. That's one really big, knife. Too bad he's never going to use it on me.

"What do you want from me?" I whispered. I was going to keep this up until he clearly stated that I was a little manipulative bitch.

"I want you to tell me what the hell is going on. Because you're the only one who seems to have everything figured out." Oh crap.