Doggy Style

Look it Up

A/N: I don't do these very much/at all, but I wanted to let y'all know that I casted the existing characters, and will continue to cast characters as they are introduced. I will not, however, be including pictures, due to the fact that many of the suitable pictures I found were subject to copyright. I'll also be making an effort to update more often; I've had a lot on my plate for a while, but things are starting to slow down. Hopefully this will give me more time to write. Enjoy!

Antony's POV

"Is that a fucking mullet?" I grabbed the laptop and turned it so that I could see it better. "Oh my god, that's a fucking mullet. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little."

Jose rolled his eyes and clicked to go to the next picture. "Shut up, Antony. You have a man-bun and a full beard. That's, like, a millennial mullet."

I turned to Jose and scrunched my face up in disbelief. "No it's not. Man-buns and beards look good."

"Yeah, well mullets used to look good back then. It's called period fashion, sweety. Look it up." Russel smiled at me and blinked in an odd and slightly disturbing fashion.

I narrow my eyes and turn back to look at the screen. "Yeah, okay then."

The next picture on the screen was of a large man (not Tripp) who was holding a small boy (probably Tripp). "Who's that?" I asked, tapping on the screen with a finger.

Jose hummed and scrolled down a little bit. "Uuh, that is...Thaddeus Anderfall, Tripp's dad.... Okay, don't judge me, but he's kinda hot."

Russel wrinkled his nose and glanced at Jose, and then back at the screen. "Yeah, if you're looking for someone who'll die soon so you can inherit their money."

Jose scoffed and clicked on the picture to enlarge it. "He's not that old. He's like, what, fifty?" He asked as he clicked off of the picture and continued to scroll down the page.

"He's got grey hair, Jose. People don't get grey hair at fifty." I nudged his shoulder lightly, to which he responded with a glare.

"White people do." Jose smirked and nudged me back.

Russel scowled and smacked Jose's arm. "Hey! I'm a white people!"

Jose turned back to Russel and looked him up and down with distaste. "I can tell, white bread."

Russel flushed red and crossed his arms over his chest. "Well...! If I'm white bread, then you're wheat bread! So there!"

Jose scoffed and shook his head as he looked back at the screen of the laptop. "Well, duh."

I glanced in between the two as Jose continued to click through all of the pictures, some of which weren't even of Tripp. As I turn back to the screen, Jose makes a small noise of surprise. "What is it?"

Jose tilts the screen back so that I can see it better and gestures at what looks to be a news article. "Take a look."