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A day at the badboy's house
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Ongoing, First published Oct 05, 2015
*The next morning*

I woke up and looked at the time. It was 11:30. Rider was out of bed and probably taking a shower. I decided to grab my knapsack when he came out. " Good morning, gorgeous", he said in his morning voice. " Morning, babe ", I said. He walked up to me and leaned down to kiss me. The kiss was passionate and sweet. But, we were rudely interrupted by his little sisters Annie and Hilary. " Ew!!! Rider and Samantha! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Rider laughed and I just blushed. Then, they ran out almost tackling me. " They are so cute. I wish I still had my brother." "What happened, baby girl?" Should I tell him? Shouldn't I be able to trust him since I'm practically dating the guy? Fine, I'll tell him. Later anyways. " I'll tell you later babe. Right now I wanna go downstairs and have some breakfast. Can I meet your mom and dad too?" " Sure.
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