The Preppy and the Tramp (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 13

"The taste on my tongue, I don't want to wash away the night before. In the heat, where you lay, I could stay right here and burn in it all day. Waking up beside you I'm a loaded gun, I can't contain this anymore. I'm all your, I got no control, no control."
~One Direction (No Control, one of my favorite 1D songs)
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If you told me I'd be staying at a mansion with a man that I have feelings for and watching some My Little Pony on the giant flat screen tv with a little girl with the name Wesley while wearing makeup and sipping on actually really good tea for tea that was made by a 7 year old.

I probably would have been drastically confused because I'm just thinking about so many things right now.

Especially of the fact that I actually let this little tiny girl force my hair, my poor hair, into braids being held by pony tails with beads in them!

Beads! Like colorful beads! What is this? What am I doing? Why is this little girl controlling me, no better question, how? Is it her tiny little hands that remind me of the puppy running around the back yard right now? Is it that she even painted poor rugged Daniel's nails?

She painted them. This girl actually painted his nails with the help of Elvis fucking Wolf.

This scene, my life right now, must have been literally cropped out of some My Little Pony Show.

Which brings me to my next talking point, why in the world is there a whole tv show with ponies and friendship? Why? Just why?

"Oh my god." I heard a deep voice say. Without turning around, I knew it was Elvis. Wesley giggled and rushed to his side pulling him down next to me. She got out her death kit with all her little death tools and smiled up at her brother.

"I can make you guys ready for your wedding!" She said with a giggle. I choked on my own spit, a blush rushed onto my face. Elvis laughed and threw an arm over my shoulder.

"A wedding, huh?"  Elvis said laughing. I shrugged his shoulder off and went to the kitchen. After a few minutes Elvis joined me with a smile on his face.

A confident stupid looking smile, that weirdly enough had blue lipstick on. At least the color on my lips made sense, being red. Well Elvis's lipstick does match his blue v-neck, long sleeve, and his black sweats. I looked down at my maroon long sleeve v-neck and black sweatpants.

Everything is starting to make sense now.

"Your sister is something else." I said with a laugh and tried to run a hand through my hair but failed because of the braids. Elvis helped me undo my braids, but my curls are ruined!

Now it's puffy waves, I just want to take a shower but no, I don't even know where the bathroom is! Like, how big does a house really need to be? It was easy in Roger's house because he had like two bathrooms and one didn't even work, so we had to share one.

It's that easy. One bathroom. And know they're okay, they managed to reach out to Elvis and told him everyone was good and not to worry.

I don't even know how they know that I was going to stay with Elvis but at least they're okay. But Elvis hasn't even allowed me to leave the house because of my bruises. He was like, "if you even think of leaving looking like that, I will personally keep you inside this room until you have completely healed. Am I understood?"

And I was like, "I will leave when I want to."

He pinned me down onto "my" bed being in "my" room, "tell me you understand."

Me, "no."

Him, "Fine, I guess you're going to stay in here then."

Me, "that's not fair! Where did you even get the idea that these things aren't healed already? And who's idea was it?"