mess in a dress.

                 “I was trying to throw you a bone here, Darius, but if you wanna keep the facts straight then I’ll keep that in mind,” she said with a small smirk on her lips, looking up at the other werewolf through her eyelashes. “How much are you gonna be paying? Can’t be doing this shit for free, bud. I got bills to pay and food to buy so Pres doesn’t throw me into a wall.”

                  “You’re a fucking kid to me, but I guess I’ll stick to Bishop if that’s what you would prefer. I don’t think I want to sue you, but just remember that you gave me permission to do so when I feel like doing so. You’re adorable, fuck, alright, you want a drink or burger -- that way you’re not just sitting here in absolute silence?”

                 “Usually your birth certificate is pretty fucking valid, so yes, I would go along with your age being twenty seven. Right, well maybe you should catch up on all the trending topics, that way you don’t get cornered by another person wanting to continue a conversation with you about the tide pod challenge.”

                 “I’ll make sure to make a mental note, clearly I’ve been keeping tabs on the wrong Carmikael for entertainment purposes. Good, obviously. I was born to be the drunk and favourite aunt. How’s the blood-sucking life treating you, sweetcheeks?”

                “You’re so fucking cute, holy shit. I’ll make sure to keep your secret safe and locked tightly behind my lips, I’m flattered that you’re trusting me with such things. Nothing to complain about on my end, how about you and your ----- whatever age you are ways?”

               “Damn, look at you go, eh? Acting like a little shit already, haven’t even given me a fuckin’ hug or told me how much you missed me. Mouth has been shut, although that’s just Prescott trying to make me more lady-like.”

             “How fuckin’ old are you, dude? It’s all over the internet and news these days.”

            “Shit, Remi. Thought Noah was the psycho of the family.”

               “Exactly, sweets, it was a form on punishment. Children are literally doing this for fun and thinking it’s hilarious when they are hospitalized for eating fuckin’ laundry detergent. Over a thousand but we’re all still fuckin’ hot. Focus on the facts that matter here, darling.”

                “Damn, this is enough to make you a sixteen-year-old teenager? Should see me naked, then, stud.” The comment came out easily with a smirk plastered on her face before she finished tying the boot and standing up straighter. With Jordan being her twins best friend, it became almost forbidden territory; making the flirtatious relationship enjoyable but nothing more.

               “I thought the cinnamon one was hilarious, especially watching it first hand and the whole Bieber thing was just something that made me worry for the dudes reputation and how one person had such an importance to someone,” she muttered quietly before taking a sip of the coffee in her hands. “This ---- soap shit is just the topping to an endless cake of shit. Who the hell would want to put soap in their mouth?”

                  “Gonna have to call bullshit on that, Darius. Although, you’re pretty so I’ll let it slide. You alright over there, sweets?”

               “That was nothing compared to what I could’ve been telling ‘ya, kid. I live a pretty eventful life, if you haven’t witnessed in the past years. Not to ---- sound like a cunt or anything, but aren’t you always at a loss of words no matter the topic?”

                “Don’t give me that look, it’s your fault for trusting me with getting groceries. Chinese or pizza tonight, dear brother?”

                “You’re fine, just take a deep breath, yeah? I got some eye-drops in my bag if you’d like, but honestly it’s not that big of a deal. I’m sure Chris has done it once in his life, too. You could’ve just gotten some of the dirt in your eyes or some shit.”