The Wild Ones

How you feel?

Jacob's POV.

After that long night, I went to our room and turned on the lights and started laughing. "B, come here and tell me what's wrong with this picture"

She ran in and started laughing, "Really?" While we were out earlier, we forgot to buy curtains for our room, and then we still didn't make the bed. "Getting everything for this big ass mansion is going to take forever" I complained. 

Bianca, slapped me on the butt and laughed, "That's what you get for buying a custom made mansion instead of being normal and just buying a normal house" she said, prancing into our bathroom.

"No one asked for your opinion, shrimp" I plopped down on the bed and looked around some more. "Guess what else we forgot to order"

"What?" she yelled from the bathroom, "A dresser" 

She walked in and stared at me, "We're a couple of retarded people"

"Our beauty makes up for it" I said, with half my face in the pillow

"Beauty only gets you so far"

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By the next month, the mansion actually looked complete. We were done shopping for everything and boy were we happy. 

"You remember that other night when we didn't have curtains?"

"Yeah and?"

"I couldn't help, but remember that the moon was shining right into our window. Someone could have been watching us unless the moon is a pervert" Jacob mentioned.

"You're so random" I shook my head and went back into the bathroom to finish flat ironing my hair and he followed behind me. He sat on the counter and kicked his feet, "Where are you going today, Gorgeous?"

"No where, I just hate my curly hair"

"No, I like it. Plus, you're always flat ironing it and curling it. It's going to fall out sooner or later, just wear it natural"

"No, ew"

"Please? I can see you now. You'd look beautiful"

"No, it's ugly when it's curly"

"We're mixed with the same thing, so what the hell are you trying to say?" he gave me an unpleasant look.

"No, it's cute on you, I just don't think I look all that right"

His face softened up, "Bianca, I've seen what you look like in the morning way before I proposed. You honestly think I give a fuck?"

I always hated it when he said things like that. He makes me feel so wrong, and then I end up doing what he says.

I unplugged the flat iron and went to go wash my hair again. When I came back, they were gone. "Jacob, what did you do with my flat iron?"

"I confiscated them" he smirked.

"Them?"

He nodded, "Yes ma'am" I looked under the bathroom counter and drawers for all of my curling irons and curling wands. They were all empty. "Where'd you put them?"

"They're still around here somewhere, you're lucky I didn't throw them away"

"Give them back!"

"No, for now on only you can flat iron your hair once every two weeks" I rolled my eyes and went downstairs to the great room to get away from him.

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Ray's POV.

The next morning, I woke up and went downstairs and Vanessa followed behind, "Who's this?" Trey asked.