Life As 'Some' Know It, chapter 2
After Tre had told us his rather weird ending story, Dad and Tre wandered outside for a few minutes, waiting for Billie to show up with Joey and Jakob. I didn't mind Jakob really, Estelle hated the poor kid, but he was pretty sweet hearted.
Just as the door opened, me and Estelle expected to see the two boys run in. Instead, Ramona stumbled in, giggling as she pulled rope of her hands.
"Dude....bondage!" I instantly grinned, smiling at her response.
"HELL FUCKING YEAH!" Ramona ran over, jumping into my arm and licking my cheek.
"Oh....god..." Estelle sighed, running upstairs and locking herself into her room.
I heard a car door shut, still holding Ramona I walked over to the window and sighed as I watched Joey come running, Jakob being forced behind. I glanced to Ramona, who gave an evil grin which I returned.
I stumbled over to the couch, laying her down and waiting for the knob to turn before I scrambled on top of her, kissing her 'deeply', we were both trying our hardest not to laugh.
When we heard the door open, the footsteps stopped, and I heard a slight 'Woah...' from one of the boys. It was hard to tell the difference. They both had the same voice, since Joey hadn't hit his lovely little thing yet.
Ramona was laughing to hard for me to continue what I was going to do, and I let out a loud screaming moan and sat up, pretending to be shocked when I saw the two.
Joey's perfect 'O' shaped mouth soon morphed into a smirk, "Lovely. Really." He rolled his eyes, and Ramona squirmed slightly.
"Aww...ramona you-" I felt a hand clamp over my mouth.
"SHUT IT SEX SLAVE!" She demanded, smacking me across the face playfully, "Now, be a good girl."
"So much like you're dad..." Joey sat on a chair, raising a brow.
"Oh, and you're not like yours fuckass." I shook my head, "Only, you're dad actually-" I sighed, cutting myself off. I knew I'd end up exploding, then I'd start not making sense. Joey was one of those boys that manipulated you, made fun of you when you made a comeback.
Joey smiled slightly at my reaction for sticking up for Ramona, who was trying her best to act good around her crush. I watched as the men drove off to somewhere, probably to the studio. Either that our to a fricken masturbation fest.
"I wonder what their doing. Dad wouldn't tell me." Jakob said, turning to us.
"Well, that's because you're the youngest, and the ugliest." Joey smirked.
"You should be talking Mr. Road Kill Face." Jakob shook his head.
I couldn't help but to laugh. It might not have been the best comeback, but anything that offended Joey I found funny.
Joey's eyes snapped to me, and I gave him a raging mad flash of the eyes. Lovely trick. Micheal Jackson isn't all THAT bad....I like Thriller at least. And the man can pull off breath stopping tight clothes...he's also a good dancer....hee hee. Anyways, interviews on the internet always help with expression if you pay close attention to that shit.
Joey frowned deeply, getting a puppy face. I simply walked off into the kitchen, heading outside once more. I heard him following me, and he soon stood behind me in the doorway.
"How come you hate me?" he asked quietly.
"Because." I smirked, glancing to him. He looked down, and I simply walked off towards the swig at the back of the yard.
Just as the door opened, me and Estelle expected to see the two boys run in. Instead, Ramona stumbled in, giggling as she pulled rope of her hands.
"Dude....bondage!" I instantly grinned, smiling at her response.
"HELL FUCKING YEAH!" Ramona ran over, jumping into my arm and licking my cheek.
"Oh....god..." Estelle sighed, running upstairs and locking herself into her room.
I heard a car door shut, still holding Ramona I walked over to the window and sighed as I watched Joey come running, Jakob being forced behind. I glanced to Ramona, who gave an evil grin which I returned.
I stumbled over to the couch, laying her down and waiting for the knob to turn before I scrambled on top of her, kissing her 'deeply', we were both trying our hardest not to laugh.
When we heard the door open, the footsteps stopped, and I heard a slight 'Woah...' from one of the boys. It was hard to tell the difference. They both had the same voice, since Joey hadn't hit his lovely little thing yet.
Ramona was laughing to hard for me to continue what I was going to do, and I let out a loud screaming moan and sat up, pretending to be shocked when I saw the two.
Joey's perfect 'O' shaped mouth soon morphed into a smirk, "Lovely. Really." He rolled his eyes, and Ramona squirmed slightly.
"Aww...ramona you-" I felt a hand clamp over my mouth.
"SHUT IT SEX SLAVE!" She demanded, smacking me across the face playfully, "Now, be a good girl."
"So much like you're dad..." Joey sat on a chair, raising a brow.
"Oh, and you're not like yours fuckass." I shook my head, "Only, you're dad actually-" I sighed, cutting myself off. I knew I'd end up exploding, then I'd start not making sense. Joey was one of those boys that manipulated you, made fun of you when you made a comeback.
Joey smiled slightly at my reaction for sticking up for Ramona, who was trying her best to act good around her crush. I watched as the men drove off to somewhere, probably to the studio. Either that our to a fricken masturbation fest.
"I wonder what their doing. Dad wouldn't tell me." Jakob said, turning to us.
"Well, that's because you're the youngest, and the ugliest." Joey smirked.
"You should be talking Mr. Road Kill Face." Jakob shook his head.
I couldn't help but to laugh. It might not have been the best comeback, but anything that offended Joey I found funny.
Joey's eyes snapped to me, and I gave him a raging mad flash of the eyes. Lovely trick. Micheal Jackson isn't all THAT bad....I like Thriller at least. And the man can pull off breath stopping tight clothes...he's also a good dancer....hee hee. Anyways, interviews on the internet always help with expression if you pay close attention to that shit.
Joey frowned deeply, getting a puppy face. I simply walked off into the kitchen, heading outside once more. I heard him following me, and he soon stood behind me in the doorway.
"How come you hate me?" he asked quietly.
"Because." I smirked, glancing to him. He looked down, and I simply walked off towards the swig at the back of the yard.
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