"He didn't? Hm, normally Nathan forgets nothing. Oh well, he probably just didn't think it was important. Anyway, Nathans out, and I don't know where you'll be staying so you could just chill here on the couch if ya want. We can get your stuff later."
"Oh I don't have anymore stuff, I just left a guy and he took most of it, including my car. Like he wants that rust bucket. He took Greased Lighting, nows he's dead. Haha." I laugh off the fact that I just realised he took my 1956 Ford Pickup, and now I have to take the bus.
"FUCK YOU MAN, WHY WOULD PLAY THOSE DAMNED CARDS!?!?" I hear someone yell those words from down the hall. It shocks me and I drop my bag, having it land on my foot. "Shit!" I exclaimed. It scared me half to death, but I know now that someone other than Nathan has an anger problem when it comes to card games like Magic and Hearth Stone.
"Destery, really man! We have company! You little shit!" I can here the laughter in his voice when he says this. I don't know much about these two, but I do know that one of them are going to be hard to handle. Probably this Destery character.
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Twisted Love
FanfictionThis is a Destery Smith imagine/fanfic to read. I was told it was awesome, but I mean, I don't think so. feel free to give me your opinion.
