There's a high demand for alien species in the galactic porn market. And Skarpne has just crash landed into one's yard to record her first shoot on Earth.
Wait, what do you mean he doesn't want to?! No one has ever said that before...
(Kinda crossov...
Welcome everyone! To chapter 3 of my little book! Man you guys almost gave this book 500 reads in 2 chapters, that's pretty impressive for me! So thanks guys! Before you start to read the chapter, it was beta read by Joelitos09, DarkZ19_05 and Gunship_Serrano, so without further ado, enjoy the chapter!.
A ship was seen arriving at the pier of a small town, inside Y/N grabbed his backpack and prepared to leave, only to see that Dumfer did not follow.
Y/N: Hey Dumfer you coming or not?
Dumfer: Oh, my sister is gonna get me today, you can go ahead without me.
At his words the other boy was reminded of Dumfer's sister, an excited and almost airheaded blonde named Anisa.
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Just like Catherine Anisa was 2 years older than both Y/N and Dumfer, although she worked from home so she was there most of the time.
Y/N: Well, I won't leave you here alone then.
He threw my backpack at my seat and sat down once more.
Skarpne: What? Nooooo I wanna go home.
An invisible Skarpne cried, wanting nothing more than to drown the taste of defeat on her mouth with mayonnaise and a good porno.
Dumfer: Hey did you hear anything?
Y/N: No, no I didn't.
The teen ignored her whining as they started to chat once more waiting for Anisa to arrive... it took a while.
1 hour later
Y/N: She's taking a while isn't she?
Dumfer: Ugh she always does this, I'd rather just walk home.
Y/N: Well, at least you have someone to pick you up, that's nice isn't it?
Dumfer: Not when she's this late.
He leaned more into his seat, closing his eyes and giving a tired and angry sigh, only to widen his eyes at some sudden realization.
Dumfer: Oh shit, uhh, sorry Y/N
Y/N: Hmm
I raised an eyebrow at him.
Y/N: Why?
Dumfer: Well, y'know.
He nervously tugged at his shirt's collar.
Dumfer: Your sister can't get you, so I tought you were sad?
Y/N: Kinda, but I know she has stuff to do.
Dumfer seemed to be about to say something when the sound of a seat being kicked was heard. Said sound was actually Skarpne kicking my seat.
