Mimicry

one

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Christmas was the most beautiful holiday of them all.

The crystal white snow was glistening, the pepperment mocha lattes were being whipped up, and fiances had their dicks in their girlfriends mothers.

Truly the most wonderful time of the year.

"um, first of all, calm down, miss bitch," A long haired redhead remarked, popping a strawberry candy into his mouth.

"I cannot calm down, Justin," Emery's hands tangled together as she paced the room, "I just figured out that my fiance is a cheater AND a fucking psychopath trying to take over the world!"

Justin rose a brow, muttering something under his breath.

With both brows raised, the girl crossed her arms and asked with a deadly tone, "what was that, Justin?"

"I said," he remarked with attitude, putting both hands on his hips, and standing from the stool, "That I told you from the start he was a bad egg. He's, literally, a walking red flag. For fucks sale, he wears Calvin Klein cologne!"

Emery groaned, falling backwards onto the couch and covering her face with her hands.

"I thought you were just being critical like always."

Her small voice then turned into a growl, as she looked at him through her fingers, flipping him off, "But you were goddamn right which pisses me off."

Justin grinned, throwing himself down next to her and letting her place her legs on his lap.

"I'm always critical for a reason, baby, but I can't blame you for dating him. He's hot as fuck."

Was his reply, clicking around on his phone as his best friend/cousin had a mental breakdown beside him.

"Yeah, yeah," she grumbled, looking over at him with a squint, "doesn't it bother you that your fifty year old aunt just cheated on her husband with her daughters twenty year old fiance? No? Not one bit?"

"If I'm being honest," He held his phone in front of his face, snapping a selfie before finishing, glancing at her and remarking, "I stopped  giving a damn about everyone in our family except you a LONG time ago."

She raised a brow, but then shrugged in acceptance, "that's fair. They are a bunch of insane assholes."

"Damn right." Justin muttered, looking at her with amusement, "remember when your mom threw the vase at your dads face and he had to get surgery but they messed up the charts and ended up sewing someone's pinky toe on his foot?"

They both cackled at the memory, the girl then responded, "remember when your mom and dad caught you in that threesome and kicked you out of the house?"

Their laughter got louder, and with tears in his eyes Justin choked out, "How about when your psycho mom sat on your hamster because it pooped on her Louis Vuitton bag and then blamed it on your dads drinking problem?"

She wheezed out a laugh, both of them rolled over on their sides, dying with hysterics.

"when grandma caught grandpa watching porn and he fell and had a heart attack? and grandma showed the porn he was watching at his funeral out of spite!"

"when uncle Travis gave you vodka when we were ten and then you gave me some and they found us both passed out in the trash cans!"

"when your brother brought a girl home and she walked in on your dad taking a massive shit in the bathtub because the toilet was clogged up!"

"when your sister brought home an ex police dog and it bit cousin Reggie's penis off!"

They both were out of breath, beating the table and laughing like walruses who were being shredded in a blender.

"oh, god, I fucking can't," the girl cackled, but as they both calmed down, her face fell.

She sighed, hugging herself tightly.

Justin glanced over, his green eyes full of pity as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him.

"I actually wanted to marry that asshole." she whispered, her face muffled by Justin's sweater, "I thought we were gonna be the best duo, helping the city. Turns out I was just being naive."

He nodded, sighing, "yeah, you are a dumb bitch sometimes." she elbowed him in the side, but smiled at his words.

"Are you gonna tell your dad about your mom?"

"I-"she paused, "I don't know yet. I mean, you know we have a bad relationship, but I don't wanna ruin the one stable thing in his life besides the monthly wellness checks."

Her cousin snorted, rolling his eyes, "Yeah, well, the bastard deserves this, in my opinion. He's not allowed to traumatize his children their entire lives and then get off the hook easy."

She shrugged, "A shit ton of parents do these days and have no repercussions, so I wouldn't be surprised. But, then again, karmas a bitch, so maybe I will tell."

"But I'm not going to right now. I have too much on my plate."

"Oh, yeah! That promotion at the company is being offered. "Justin remarked, "But you're definitely getting that. You work harder than every single one of those testosterone infused pricks."

"Yeah, but you're forgetting that it doesn't matter how hard I work. Only that I have a vagina," she gave a sarcastic smile, "But I feel like Mr. Menuez is different. He doesn't seem like he cares as long as the work is done well, so I think I have a chance."

"When you get it-"

"If I get it." She interrupted, with a small smirk.

"When you get it," he glared, "we'll throw you a party. It can be the whole city or just us, your choice. Either way, we're celebrating your hard work."

"Thanks, J." The girl said softly, leaning her head on his shoulder, and listening amusedly as he started talking about his next Tinder date.