I'm totally normal guys. (IM NOT)

Okay I think I just need to write chapter twelve before my face melts off,I think that's it. No more stalking socials, just my book

Dallas:*covers Rykers eyes*"Hey guess who."

Ryker: :(

Dallas: "Heyyyyyy guess who!~"

Ryker:"..."

Ryker:"...A self destructive batty brat..."

Dallas: "...I-... Hey!" :(

Ryker:"Love yourself."

Dallas: "Call me a brat again Papi~"

Dallas:*Opens The cabinet under the sink.* "Oh!"

Ryker: "... What the fuck did you just get into?-"

Dallas: *struggling to hold himself together.* "Ryker! What a collection! So many!"

Ryker: *nervous* "...what the hell did you get into?"

Dallas: *laughing* "so much skin care! Holy shit! I knew you weren't naturally that clean faced! Ohoho! You've got like 30 bottles in here, Cer'va, Lotion, hydration masks, clay masks, cleansers up the wazzo! Even patches and a quart of, what is this-? Oh SPF UV protection with color *tint*- oh my God it's practically foundation!"

Ryker: *bright red in the face, almost slipping in the shower as he opens the glass door.* "Put that back! Drop it- i- Uh- God you fucking-!"

Dallas: *whistles* "whoa there, zooo wee momma, look at you, your efforts really do work for you handsome."

Ryker: "Shut the fuck up. Die."

Dallas:"Can I join you in the shower?~"

Ryker:"Fat chance.-"

Dallas:"ohoh! A chance, and it's a fat one!" *Pulling off his shirt.*

Do your fucking job. Where is my creativity man. Fuck this.