Poly: A Day in the Life (Completed)

Peter, Why Yuh so Dyam Fass?

AN: This is a short story that will take place over the course of two days. It will also have short chapters, 500 -1000 words (the last chapter was over 1200 words, and will probably be the longest chapter), and I don't think it will exceed 10 chapters.

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Of course, Peter chose today of all days to stick his broad nose into everything that I didn't want him to. As soon as I come home, he's up beside Gemma and I.

"Hey," he says putting down his controller and approaching us. The look in his eyes screams What are you doing? Please tell me what you're doing.

Oh, bomboclaat.

"Hey," I reply, my voice sounding cackley as hell. I clear my throat and look over to Alex, who is smirking at me.

"So what did you guys do?"

"Uh, we went to the supermarket to get quail eggs, but I didn't see any."

"Which supermarket?"

"General Foods."

I make sure to say that I didn't see any, and not to say that there are none. That way, if he goes there later today for groceries, and checks and finds the eggs, he can't call me a liar.

Andrew smiles at me, lips pursed, before looking away.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Sure?"

"Mmhm."

"Sure sure?"

"Yes."

"Sure yuh lie?"

"A nuh lie, Peter," I insist.

"Alright, putus."

As I look at this fass rass bwoy, I wonder, how the hell am I going to pull this off?

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"Mums," I hear Gemma call from behind me.

"Hmm?" She exist the en suite bathroom, and I can tell that she just washed her face.

"Peter fass nuh rass," she says, walking up to me to sit on the bed beside me.

"Mi know! Him too bloodclaat fass, an' if him fuck up di t'ing, mi a go bex nuh rassclaat."

"Same, babes," she says, lying back. Luckily, we don't have to worry about Peter overhearing; the bedroom door is firmly shut.

"Suh weh we a go do? Personally, mi waa some o' di balloon dem, wid di numba dem. An out helium in dem, tu."

"Oh, rass. Mi figet fi tell yuh, Andrew get some o' dem already. We a guh guh a di pharmacy an' put helium in dem when we guh back pon di road."

"Ah," I reply, lying back on the bed. A few seconds later, I hear the door open. I smell the scent of Old Spice body wash before I see him.

"Weh unuh a do?" Peter asks.

"Nu'n," I answer him.

"Really? Mi nuh believe yuh." I look to the side, and see him standing there with his arms crossed, and one eyebrow arched. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I'm pretty sure by now that he's figured out that this has to do with his birthday, which makes the fact that he's going to ruin his own surprise all the more infuriating. He seems hell bent on doing it. Why can't he see that we're trying our best to make this good for him? Why must he be like this?

"Peter, why yuh such Dyam fass?" I ask him. He raises an eyebrow at me, before rolling his eyes and kissing his teeth.

"A long time Yuh know seh mi stay suh, babes. Mi nuh know why yuh a gwaan like seh yuh surprise." He unfolds his arms and walks out the room. I'm tempted to tell him to close the door, but I resist. After he's been gone for a few moments, I get up and close the door.

"Yuh t'ink seh seh 'im a guh low we?"

I don't even stop to think about it, before snorting, and saying "No."

I have to admit to myself, though, that if he does find out what we're doing, I'd be more than pissed, and disappointed.

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591 words without ANs.