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"Ha, ha. Very funny." Minho scoffed and used a dismissing hand motion.
"I know I'm funny Mean-hoe. I could never take your sass job though." I rolled my eyes jokingly.
"I'll take his job." Thomas called out, his grin plastered to his face.
"Tommy... Is that really gonna happen?" Newt raised an eyebrow.
"Shuck no." Minho shook his head solemnly.
"Defiantly not." I waved a finger side-to-side in front of Thomas. "Not in a million years."
"How about in a million-and-one?" Thomas asked, genuinely sounding curious.
"Do you want me to slap you?" I asked. I would never do it. He was like a brother to me after all.
"No ma'am." Thomas chuckled.
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Quiet Ones//Aris Jones X Fem!Reader//
Fanfiction·Quiet ·qui·et ·ˈkwīət/ noun 1. absence of noise or bustle; silence; calm. "the ringing of the telephone shattered the early morning quiet." --- "What could you possibly know about love? The only person you've kissed is Thomas." "I know that you li...
