An ill mouthed girl with a fiery temper and bad attitude comes across a blonde headed stranger in her bed whilst covered in something strange. His friends are just like brothers and family soon becomes a tight nation to them all as Sloan grows close...
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Sloan
I suppose that when we'd decided to take a trip to the nearest zoo, we should of thought about our transportation. And having a bike - with no where to put it - wasn't particularly smart. I held one handlebar and Slash held the other, gawking like a young child at every slithery reptile we passed. And then he'd stop to read the information and I'd be left to fend for my own entertainment.
"Isn't he beautiful?" He gaped, pointing toward a large Python, slowly crawling it's way around the cage. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded in response - snakes weren't my thing - to which he slouched and drew his eyebrows together. "We can go if you want-"
"Oh, shut up." I demanded, rolling my eyes. He was obviously enjoying himself, who was I to ruin that? "Tell me about it, where's it found?" I asked, tilting my head and staring at the enclosed creature. Although I found them a little creepy and weird, it didn't deserve to be cooped up in such a small container. Especially such a large snake.
"Its a Python." He stated, releasing the bike and wandering closer to the glass. "It looks to me like a Burmese Python, actually." He placed one hand on the glass, tapping one finger gently. "Found in Southeast Asia. They're so fascinating." He sighed. "But too deadly. I couldn't keep one."
"That sucks." I pouted. "What about that?" It was some sort of huge ass lizard, all scaly and brown and Forrest green. Perhaps I'd buy him one for his success and birthday prior.
He shook his head and bouced over, the curls moving joyously. "This is a Komodo Dragon. They're assholes." He joked. "Total fuckers, they'd chase you everywhere, man."
I raised my brows and let out a soft breath. "Maybe not, then."
"But look at this." He was in awe, with his eyes set upon another large snake that looked a hell of a lot like the first fucking one. "A Reticulated Python." He smiled brightly, shaking his head in pride, I suppose. That he had such an opportunity to view such a creature. Personally, I saw a mammal capable of swallowing me whole with a length larger than myself and Slash put together. "Man, I'd kill for one o' them." He said, a little breathless. I made a mental note, re-reading the name and repeating it in my head, hopeful that I'd recall the species as be able to convince the guys to put together enough money to fork it out.
"Pretty big, isn't it?" I winced.
He turned to face me, smiling re-assuringly. "Yeah. But human related attacks are rare." He shrugged. "That I know of, at least."
"Damn." I gulped, scratching the back of my head. "It's kinda sad how small their enclosures are, huh?" He nodded in agreement, frowning sympathetically.
"Poor guy." Then he smirked that usual dirty and simplistically you-make-me-horny smirk. "I bet he just needs a good fuck." I snorted a laugh, shaking my head, a little bewildered. "A nice, good fuck to relieve the stress of being cooped up behind glass for so long." I sensed the double meaning behind his words and turned away, ignoring the irritatingly potent butterflies swarming my stomach. Why did he still have this dumb-ass fucking effect on me? It was really starting to piss me off. I couldn't go an hour without thinking of those damned curls and the trouble they'd caused.
