Mr. Snow White (boyxboy)

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Sat,10:01AM

" Oh, baby yeah~ sway your hips that way~" god! I really do love how he sounds so sensual.

" While you popin' and suckin' my apple flavoured lollipop--"
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"SNOW HAYNE DALE STORM!!!"

I shouted "MOM!" dramatically in displeasure as she unplugged my component stereo system.

'I mean how could she do-- She held her hand up before I open my mouth to complain and said, "I'd been knocking at your door for almost five minutes Snow--"

"Mom! Hayne... It's Hayne--

"NO! I'm the one who'd given your name and gave birth to you and I can call you whichever I like," she said in finalization and I just snorted in disagreement because you cannot win with my mom in that matter.

"--And how many times do I have to tell you to stop playing that song in maximum volume whilst licking a lollipop and doing your chores."

"It's just a song," I pouted.

"A song with a double meaning," she mutters with a heavy sigh and gestures her hand to the snickering Alice behind her," by the way, I'm going to leave the two of you to mind my own business." She sweetly smile, kissed my cheek and pat Alice shoulder then gracefully walks out of my room like nothing happened. A typical mom of mine.

"You can just barge in without involving my mom, you know." I pointed out in accusative manner using the lollipop that I took off from my lips.

He appears to be in guilt as he raises his arms up in surrender and said, "Sorry ... I mean--" but don't be a fool; he's more like an evil-minded marshmallow in a rainbow gummy bear suit.

Within a second his eyes glint in mischief and his signature smile to resurface, "--I'm not "sorry" at all. If you kinda saw how you looked like," shook his head. "It was priceless. Plus I love aunt Cindy and she's the only one who can popped those imaginary hearts that floating around you." He beamed.

My nose scrunch in disbelieve,
"I'm tempted to throw these in your head," swinging the lollipop in his direction, "So, if I were you which is impossible; you better tell me why you're here in my most wonderful day that you'd ruined by the way." I said in playful, murderous tone.

Alice stare at me with a 'duh' looks as he pass in me and sit at my bed. He fished out his phone in his front jeans pocket and shows me the Twitter post party invitation of the famous Jeremy Clarke like it doesn't happened every weekend. I read it twice and there's nothing abnormally aside from the girly emoji here and there, maybe to attract more girls? tsk... whatever.

"Okay Ice, why are you showing me this for?" I asked with arching brow.

He facepalm and scroll a little bit to emphasized the: #MyBroWillBeThereWithHisCollegeFriends; #PartyAtMyHouseTonight; #LWWY; #J_Five, etc...

"Look!" He exclaimed, shoving his phone closely to my face for me to seen until my eyes crossed. "We're on our senior year and never even go to any party! And don't you dare to tell me that slumber party was a 'party' when it only composed of the two of us watching chick flick while eating sweets, and not even the Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year or any events that crossing through your mind because that was a gathering of our family!" He shoot in one breath.

I maybe scared on how Alice staring at me fiercely but what he was nagging about was true; we never go out partying with other human species aside our family. He can go partying if he wants to but as my B.B.F.F (a short term for Bipolar Best Friend Forever) he swore on his favorite leather boots grave that he won't go anywhere without me; cross his heart hope his secret hater die. I can't remember when that was happened though, but anyway...

"Fine." I responded, flopping beside him, facedown.

Alice squeals and do a little dance routine while I'm struggling to maintain my position as I bounces in bed with him. After he calm down, I facing him as he lay beside me with a grinning face.

There's only one problem every time we want to go outdoors with just ourselves: my mother's approval.

"I know what you're thinking," he stated as we smirk in unison. "Let's go out and beg the queen in glass shoes."