He grumbles, then picks up the tvs remote. I mean, I think he did. It's dark because we're watching a movie. I think it's called Central Intelligence or something? It's really funny.
"Shut up." He growls.
"What am I doing?" I giggle.
He whacks me in the face with the remote (WHICH is made of hard plastic by the way).
"OW!! What the hell?!" I yelp.
"I told you to stop." He smiles as he puts the remote back down, and bringing his attention to the tv.
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Kik - Jalbert
Fanfictionjake gets albert's number on kik from the search bar. ** this book is 3 years old!! things will not be accurate to the present **
