Hey people, sorry for the long ass wait! I've been having a block that wont seem to go away. But I really like how this chapter ended. And I hope you will too!
The next weekend, Derek walked out of his bedroom and as he walked down the stairs, he caught a glimpse of Casey packing a bag. He turned back and walked into her room.
"What are you doing?" He asked her.
"Packing,"
"Where are you goin'?"
"Braden and I are gonna go to Carla's along with our friend Auto, and we're gonna have a movie weekend,"
"Does your mom know?" Derek asked, trying to play off like he wasn't jealous at all.
"Yes," and she finally turned to face him and noticed that he was all dressed up. "Where are you going?"
He smirked, "I, Casey dear, have date,"
Derek saw a flash of jealousy in her eyes, and he smirked.
"What slut is she?" Casey asked.
"No slut, you don't know her,"
"How do you know, I know a lot of people,"
"Trust me," Derek said to her, "you have no idea,"
"Is it the same girl from last week?"
"Yep,"
"Thought you just hit it and quit it," Casey said to him.
"Please, I didn't even kiss her yet,"
"Oh," she said, sounding intrigued, "so you wanna warm this girl up before you fuck her?"
Casey rolled her eyes and started throwing in clothes more aggressively than before. He chuckled to himself before he walked out of her room.
And as she was fuming to herself, she couldn't help but wonder why she was feeling this way. Why did she have this weird feeling in the pit of her stomach and why did it burn when Derek told her that he had a date? And why the hell did she even care? She thought that she had feelings for him when they were hooking up but she had thought about it and saw they were only lust because he was making her feel so good.
She shook her head and went about her business.
When she walked downstairs, she saw Lizzie and Edwin in a compromising position, while wrestling for the remote.
"Give it up, Edwin!" She hollered at him.
"No way, I have a hockey game to watch,"
"You don't even like hockey,"
"Oh, bull crap,"
"Bull crap, my ass, I have a soccer game to watch,"
Casey cleared her throat and her younger siblings froze.
"Tell him to give me the remote," Lizzie said to her sister, getting off of Edwin. "It's my TV time,"
"Edwin, if it's her TV time, don't you think that she should get her TV time?" Casey asked.
He groaned and got up off the floor, "Fine, take it,"
Edwin chucked the remote at Lizzie and she gasped in slight pain when it knocked her in the shin. Casey rolled her eyes and shook her head before she joined her sister on the couch.
"He's more and more like Derek all the time," Casey muttered.
"Tell me about it," Lizzie said to her, "it's not like we need another one."
But there was something about the way that Lizzie had said that to her sister, that got her thinking.
"Liz, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," she snapped.
"No need to snap at me, it was just a question," Outside a horn honked, causing Casey to look, and then look back at her sister, "I'll see you Sunday night,"
"Have fun," Lizzie said, as she watched her sister leave with an over night bag. "Like she would ever ask what was going on between me and Edwin," she muttered.
Up in Edwin's attic bedroom, he was furiously working himself into a frenzy. He groaned and called out Lizzie's name, not worried if she heard him at all. He had made it clear to her that he was into her and since then, she had been avoiding him like the plague and being bitchy to him. And quite frankly, he had enough.
He sighed, trying to relax and his phone went off in his pocket. He reached in and flipped it open.
"Michelle, hey," he answered.
"Hey Edwin," she purred.
"What's good?" He asked her.
"Oh, nothing, my parents just stepped out,"
"Look, Michelle, right now isn't such a good time,"
She scoffed, "Fine, talk to you later then,"
--
In the truck with her boyfriend, Casey sighed and let the wind blow in her face through the open window. She felt him grab her hand and she looked at him. He rolled up her window and turned down the radio.
"We need to talk," he said to her, "I wanna know about you and your step brother,"
"Braden,"
"No, I wanna know," he snapped at her, "there's obviously something that went on between you two, now tell me,"
"I don't have to tell you anything!" She snapped at him, "I don't have to explain my past to you or anyone,"
"Like hell you don't,"
"Look, you don't have to like it, but there are some things that I just don't wanna tell you,"
"Oh really," he glared at her, "like what?" He asked her.
"Like I said, I don't want to, and I don't have to tell you anything,"
He rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses and continued to drive to Auto's house.
"Did you fuck him?" He asked her, after about five minutes of silence.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me," he snapped at her, "don't act like an idiot,"
She scoffed and the truck stopped. She looked around and spotted Auto walking out of his house. She turned back to Braden and took off her seat belt.
"Fuck you," she stormed out of the car and walked to Auto, "tell your friend that he can talk to me when he's done being a dick,"
"Sure," he said, unsure of what the hell was going on. "Freez, hon, what's going on?"
"She's acting like a crazy bitch, that's what," he snapped, slamming his truck door shut with more force than necessary.
Braden stormed past him and he cocked his head.
"Lovely,"
Auto turned and followed.
When he walked into his house, he saw Casey sitting at one end of his living room, Braden at the other, and Splat looking back and forth between them.
"Lovely," she said to him, with a fake smile.
--
Derek slipped his arm around Kristin's slim waist and he smirked. He didn't think that he had planned a better date...and it wasn't really planned. He just went with it.
He picked her up, took her to a really nice dinner and now they were just walking the town.
"So," she started, "tell me about you,"
"Thought we covered that on the first date," he said to her.
"No, we covered your quote, unquote, occupation, and we were at a movie," she said to him, her green eyes looking up at him, "what made you start dealing?"
"Well, I started smoking when I was fourteen. I saw something that I wasn't supposed to see at the time and I was paid to keep my mouth shut. I saw all the cool shit they had because they had money so I thought, why not?"
"Really,"
"Yeah, and did you know that no other dealer has the same tasting plant that I do? It's one of a kind," he said, smirking at her.
"Impressive," she said to him.
"What made you join the family business," he asked her.
"I didn't have a choice,"
"Why not,"
"Because," she said to him.
"You know, I'm not gonna stop bugging you," Derek said to her. "I'll be like a fly, you know, never leave you alone,"
She stopped and turned to him. She looked up at him and cocked her head, slightly.
"Why do you wanna know?"
"Because most seventeen year olds work at malls, or restaurants, not as an assistant to a very well known, yet invisible dealer, who happens to be her father,"
"Most seventeen year old guys aren't dealers,"
"Touché,"
Derek continued to look at the beautiful girl next to him and she sighed.
"I have a brother. He's three years older than me and he decided to go against my father's wishes and leave the business. And in result of that, he had to change his name, everything, just so my father can't hunt him down to kill him,"
"What?"
"If I leave the business," she stated, "my father will make it so I never existed,"
Needless to say, Derek was a little freaked out. If he were in her shoes, he would want to get out as soon as possible.
"That's uh, kinda scary," he admitted.
"You have no idea how scared I am just to get up in the morning," she said shaking her head. "I have no idea who's gonna come in, what they're gonna ask for, I don't know if they have a record, and my dad makes me wear that stupid suit, which obviously, catches the eyes of men, so they're always staring at me,"
"Well, look at you," he said smirking, trying to lighten the mood, "you're absolutely gorgeous," he said, twirling her around.
She laughed and shook her head.
"Are you trying to sweet talk me so that you can, oh I don't know, get into my pants?" She asked him, flashing him a beautiful smile.
"Is it working?"
"Maybe just a little bit," she said to him.
She grabbed on to his jacket with one hand and he leaned down. He placed his lips on hers in a gentle kiss.
She broke the kiss and giggled.
"Oh, bad form," she said to him smirking. "Kissing me and the night isn't even done yet,"
"Yeah, well, I'm making up for the end of the first date,"
He smirked and kissed her again.
--
Casey and Braden were still pissed at each other. In fact, she wasn't even talking to him. She was talking with Auto and he walked past them.
"I'm going to the bathroom," he said, "if anyone cares," he snapped at Casey.
She rolled her eyes and he walked to the bathroom. He started undoing his jeans as he walked into the bathroom and stopped.
"Shit, sorry," he said turning around.
A completely naked Splat was in the bathroom, getting ready to but her bathing suit on. She smiled and shook her head.
"Freez, it's okay, we've seen each other naked before,"
That was all true. They had seen each other naked before. Hell, they had slept together before too. He shrugged and turned around.
After going to the bathroom, he washed his hands and noticed that she was still naked and sitting on the counter. He looked at her and she smirked.
"Are you and Casey fighting?" She asked him.
"Kinda," he said, looking at her body.
"I changed my piercing," she said to him.
And before he could say anything, she spread her legs just enough to show him. He smirked and shook his head.
"See? That's why you're a tease,"
"How am I a tease?" she asked him, smacking his shoulder.
"You show but you don't give," he said to her.
"Well, with you I have to be a tease now, I mean you have a girlfriend,"
"So if I didn't have a girlfriend, I would get more than a show?"
"Of course,"
"Well," he started, "for argument sake, I'm single, what would you do?"
Carla grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to her. She hooked her arm around his neck and kissed him.
And in the kitchen, Casey was talking to Auto...well; venting would be more like it.
"I mean why does it even matter about my past anyways?" She asked Auto, "I mean it's none of his business,"
"You're right,"
"I mean he's totally- what?"
"You're right," Auto repeated. "It's your life that he wasn't apart of so,"
Braden pulled her body close to the end of the counter and entered her in a quick thrust. Her mouth latched onto his neck and her teeth sunk into his skin to stop her scream and he started moving quickly.
"And it isn't any of his business what you did with your step brother,"
"Auto,"
"Well, Splat accidentally told me," he said to her. "Look, it's no big deal, doll face,"
Casey took a drink out of her cup and sighed.
"Yeah, an incestuous rendezvous with my step brother is no big deal,"
"Kinda kinky," he said smirking.
Casey laughed and shook her head.
"Auto, I love you," she said, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.
"Who doesn't?"
She giggled and he laughed.
Splat's teeth dug into Braden's shoulder as they both came. She let out an audible sigh and she leaned back on the counter, holding herself up on her arms.
He leaned down and placed a kiss on her collar bone before he pulled out. He rested his head on her shoulder for a brief moment before he fixed his pants.
"Nice piercing," he said to her before he walked out of the bathroom.
He put his shirt back on and sighed. He shook his head and saw that Casey and Auto were now outside in the pool. He pulled his sleeve aside and checked the bite mark from Splat and saw that it was still fresh so he couldn't say that it was from Casey.
--
"I can't believe that this is your house," Derek said to Kristin.
"Daddy's house," she said, "wanna come in?"
"I'd love to,"
He walked Kristin up to the door and watched her unlock the door. She then grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to her room.
Her room was filled with all sorts of things. The walls were actually book cases, filled with books and small nick knacks and pictures. Her bed looked like a sleigh bed. Black iron all the way around. And the thought of her bed frame being the perfect thing to tie someone to hadn't even crossed his mind until she flung her jacket onto it.
"Mind if I get out of these jeans?" She asked him.
"Go ahead," he said smirking.
She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. Derek watched her walk over to her closet and pull out a small tank top, and he watched her pull her shirt off. With her back facing him, her bra fell to the ground and she slipped on her tank top. She turned and walked over to her bed.
"You don't have to stand,"
Derek shrugged off his jacket and walked over to her. She hopped onto her king bed and got to her knees. She leaned in and kissed him, testing the waters, and he kissed her back. His hands went up her sides and one slipped under the front of her shirt and she moaned.
"Don't go too crazy," she said to him, breaking the kiss.
"You're kinda irresistible," he said smirking.
"No, really," she said to him, breaking the kiss completely. "We can't get too carried away,"
Derek groaned. So it's gonna be like this, huh?
"You're right," he said to her, "daddy might come home,"
"Derek,"
"No, it's cool," he said putting his jacket back on. He walked out of her room. He knew exactly what would happen if he did so too.
He smirked when he heard her feet on the floor, following him.
"Okay, no need to be an ass,"
"I'm not being an ass," he defended. "I'm following your rules, and you seem like that kinda girl,"
"What kinda girl," she asked him.
"Well, you don't seem like a slut so,"
She smiled a little at him and he smirked.
"I'll call you later," he said to her. He kissed her before he walked out of her house and to his car.
--
Casey was sitting out in Auto's back yard alone. She had wanted to sit by herself at the moment and she was still trying to figure out why she was jealous. Her phone suddenly went off and she looked at the screen.
Derek.
"Why are you calling me?" She asked, answering the phone. "Don't you have date or something?"
"Dates over," he said, "She didn't put out," he muttered. "How's the slumber party?"
She didn't need to see his face to know that he was smirking.
"Great," she lied.
"Oh, what's the matter? You and raver fag fighting?"
"Braden," she said to him, "and it's none of your business,"
He laughed, "Listen, if he fucks you tonight, think of how much better it would be if it were me,"
"Where are you getting this twisted idea from anyways," she asked him, stepping into the hot tub. She looked back and saw that her three friends were inside, watching a movie.
"Since you let this game go on," he said over the phone, "you never stopped me from eating you out,"
"So it's my fault you wanna fuck me?"
"Yes," there was a pause before he continued, "What bikini are you wearing?"
"The pink one," Casey answered. "Derek,"
"You know, if you were still single, we could be having so much fun right now," he said to her, "I mean, the entire house is completely empty,"
"What do you want?" She asked him again.
"Are you by yourself?" He asked her. His voice had a sly tone that she recognized and it made her smirk.
"Yeah, I'm in the hot tub,"
For a minute she thought that he had hung up on her, until he spoke again.
"Get off with me,"
"What?" She asked him, "I have a boyfriend,"
"And what we're gonna do wouldn't even be considered cheating,"
"Cant you get off without me?"
"No," he said to her, "see, I have this plan, if I ever do get to fuck you, I have a feeling that you wouldn't wanna stop,"
"Cocky aren't we," she said to him, slipping deeper into the water.
"He's not hard yet,"
Casey giggled and bit her bottom lip.
"Can I tell you a secret?" She asked him.
"Sure,"
"So, I have this friend now, she knows Braden, and she asked me if I had ever kissed a girl before,"
"Really," he drew out.
"Of course I told her no, because that was the truth and then we kinda got carried away," she said, smirking as the heat seeped from her thighs.
"Carried away as in..."
"I kissed a girl and she was almost as good as you,"
"Ego stroking so soon?" He asked her.
"You wish I was stroking something else," she heard him laugh and she continued, "Wanna know what else I did?"
"Go for it," he said.
"We ate each other out,"
She heard him groan and she smiled.
"You really shouldn't have said that," he said to her. "I really wanna fuck you right now,"
She heard shuffling around on his end and she knew exactly what he was doing. And he was. Derek was currently lying on his bed, phone in one hand, dick in the other, slowing pumping.
"Slip your hand in your bottoms and I'll tell you how I'd fuck you,"
Casey looked around to see if anyone was watching before she slipped her hand in the front of her bottoms. Even in the water she could still feel her wet lips. She let out a breathy sigh.
"I'll take that as okay to continue," he said smirking. "So, everyone's gone, just me and you. I'd come home from a date that went great but you'd make it so much better.
"You'd be waiting for me on the couch in just a long t-shirt. And then you'd be a tease like you always are to me and lead the way to my room. But just when you thought that you were in charge, the tables turn,
"I'd slide my hand up your thigh, then down between your legs. I'd give you a quick, little tap, just to find that you'd be soaking wet. Then when we got into my room, play times over,"
"What do you mean?" She asked him in a shuddered voice.
"You wouldn't expect it, I'd slam up against my door, pick you up and sit you on my desk. I'd eat you out, making you cum two or three times before I'd let you go down on me,
"After, I'd fuck you right there on my desk,"
Casey let out a soft moan as her fingers swept quickly against her clit. She heard Derek's breathing pick up slightly and she let out a small chuckle.
"Don't cum yet,"
"I got time," he breathed out.
"What are we doing now?" She asked him, referring to his fantasy.
"After, I'd take you to the bed." He said to her, "Turn you around, pin your hands on the headboard and I'd take you from behind,"
"I hate being fucked like that," she said to him.
"That's the point,"
She rolled her eyes; she knew that he was smirking and she knew that he would say something that she didn't like.
Her hand sped up.
"Very slowly," he added.
And that seemed to do it for Casey. Her body tensed up at her release, and she let out a moan. And that one moan triggered Derek. She heard him groan and then hard breathing that seemed to be echoing hers.
"Who knew that getting off on the phone could be so hot," Derek chuckled out.
"Yeah, who knew,"
"I'ma let you go," he said to her, "don't wanna keep you from raver fag,"
"Braden," Casey corrected him on impulse.
"Yeah, yeah," he waved off, "see you later, sis.,"
She rolled her eyes and snapped her phone shut.
He was such an ass sometimes.
--
After Derek cleaned himself up, a beautiful smell seeped through his nose. He had no idea where it was coming from but he knew that it wasn't from his room or anything. The smell that he smelled was an herb. An herb that he didn't have.
He walked out of his room and started sniffing the air. He sniffed in Casey's room, Lizzie's, Marti's and finally, stopped at the bottom of the stairs to the attic. Edwin's room.
He walked up the stairs, the smell getting stronger and he opened the door.
His little brother's room was slightly filled with smoke and he spotted him sitting on his bed with a pipe in his hand.
"What the fuck?" Derek asked, scaring the hell out of Edwin. Derek stormed over to his brother and snatched the pipe. "What the fuck is this?"
"Derek,"
"No, where the-" he smelled it. He then snatched the lighter from his brother and lit the bowl. He took a hit and that one hit had hit him harder than his own herb. He blew out the smoke and turned back to his brother, who had a pair of matching red eyes. "Where the fuck did you get chronic?"
"My dealer,"
"Since when did you smoke?"
"Since a few months ago," he said, ashamed, "look, don't tell dad, please,"
Derek tossed his brother his pipe and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Anything else you'd like to share?" Derek asked.
"Uhh..."
"Look, I'm not gonna tell dad. I have a few secrets of my own,"
"Oh really, like what?"
And the next thing Edwin saw, was herb heaven.
"Holy shit," Edwin said, looking at the beautiful green decoration on the walls of Derek's closet. "How does no one know about this? I mean the smell,"
"Dad and Nora hardly come up here," Derek said, "they're hardly here,"
"True,"
Edwin walked around his brother's closet and stopped at a plant. He picked a leaf with his thumb and his forefinger and leaned down to smell it.
"This smells amazing,"
Suddenly Derek's phone went off and Edwin saw him open it. He snapped it shut and walked over to his scale. He opened of a container and started pulling out green. Edwin watched him put it on the scale and after the number satisfied Derek, he watched his brother put the amount on the scale, into a bag.
"Out," Derek said.
"Where are you going?"
"Delivery,"
"Can I come?" Edwin asked.
"Hell no," Derek said to him, ushering his brother out, "are you kidding?"
"No?"
Derek rolled his eyes and nodded.
"You stay in the Prince and keep quiet,"
"Got it,"
Edwin raced out of Derek's room and he groaned.
"Fuck,"
--
Derek pulled up to a white house with three cars parked in the front.
"Stay put,"
"How long do I have to wait?" Edwin asked.
"Depends if they wanna smoke with me,"
"Well, can I come?" He asked.
"You and me can smoke later,"
Derek got out of his car and he walked to the front door. He knocked and a familiar face opened the door.
"Derek," he smiled.
"Davey,"
"Come in,"
Derek walked in and looked around the room.
"Party?"
"Slumber party," he said.
"Why, Davey, I am slightly offended that you would not invite me to such an event," Derek mocked offence.
"Oh, Derek, cut it out," Davey said.
"Kidding," Derek said, "you're not my type,"
"You're not my type,"
"As long as we're on the same page,"
Davey shook his head, rolling his eyes playfully at Derek.
"Come," he said to Derek, "I'll introduce you to everyone,"
"Nice slippers,"
"Thanks, hon," Davey said to him, "I always knew you loved my bunny slippers,"
They walked into the living room and Derek came to a complete stop.
"I have goodies!" Davey sang out, sitting next to Splat.
"What's he doing here?" Braden asked.
"He brought this green deliciousness," Davey said to him.
"He's your dealer?"
Derek smirked at Braden and then Splat looked between the two young men.
"Okay, do you two know each other?" She asked.
"Oh, we're old friends," Derek smirked, "right, raver fag? No offence, Davey,"
"None taken," he waved off.
"Yeah," Braden drew out, "friends,"
"Okay, Freez, there is no anger or hostility allowed in my house," Davey said, "it ruins the atmosphere,"
"Freez?" Derek asked, "Now that's the gayest name I've ever heard," he laughed, "no offence,"
"Two homo names in one night," Davey said, "not your best form,"
"What'd you expect, Auto," Braden said to him.
"Yeah, because you know me at all," he smirked. Just then, the back door opened and Casey walked in. She stopped short and looked at Derek. "Hey, Case,"
"Okay, now I'm confused," Splat said.
"Derek," Casey snapped at him, "what the hell are you doing here?"
"Oh, well Auto, nice name by the way,"
"Thanks hon," he chirped up.
"Needed some green," Derek continued.
"It's like I can't get away from you!" Casey stressed out.
"No," Braden cut in, "it's like you can't get what you want,"
"What?" She asked her boyfriend.
"I've been thinking a lot," Braden said and Derek snorted, "You want him,"
"Excuse me?" Casey asked. "Where on earth did you get that from?"
"Look, I'm not stupid,"
"Could'a fooled me," Derek muttered.
"Shut the fuck up," Braden snapped at him.
Derek held his hands up and smirked.
"What are you gonna do? Kill me with your techno music? Please, you've got nothin', just like you've got nothin' in your pants,"
Both Auto's and Splat's jaws dropped and Casey pursed her lips together, glaring at her step brother.
"Oh really," Braden challenged him.
"Really," Derek smirked.
"Then why have I been fucking her?"
"Because she hasn't let me fuck her yet," Derek said to him.
"She wouldn't let you touch her,"
"Oh, but she has," Derek informed her, "in more ways than you know,"
Derek rested his hands on Braden's shoulders and tisked at him.
"Sorry pretty boy,"
Braden shoved Derek back and Derek chuckled.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa there," Derek said to him. "Touchy? Maybe jealous?"
"Hey! I said no anger or hostility," Auto snapped at them.
"No worry Auto, he's just bitter," Derek said.
"Bitter my ass," Braden said, before he lunged at Derek.
Braden punched Derek in the jaw making his head go to the left. Derek shook his head and punched Braden back. Braden fell to the ground and rushed to get up. He went to lung for him again but Casey stopped him.
"Braden,"
"Wanna know what we did about an hour ago?" Derek asked Braden, breathing hard.
"Derek," she warned.
"We got off together on the phone," Derek smirked at him. "She touched herself, thinking about me fucking her brains out,"
"Derek! That is enough!" Casey shouted at him. "Outside, now,"
Casey grabbed his arm and stormed outside.
"What the hell is your problem?" She demanded.
"My problem? You're the one with the problem, having let this fucking charade go on forever!" He shouted at her.
"You have no right to yell at me, you just punched my boyfriend,"
"Casey?" A voice asked.
"Fuck, Ed, get your ass back in the car," Derek snapped at him.
"Nice," Casey nodded, "you brought your brother on a delivery?"
"That's not important,"
"What is then?" Casey asked him.
"What's worse?" He asked her, "Punching your faggot ass, raver boyfriend, or you wanting me to fuck your brains out?"
Casey huffed and slapped Derek across the face before she stormed into the house. Derek started walking back to his car and stopped when he heard the door open. He turned and saw Davey and Splat.
Davey marched over to Derek in his bunny slippers and put his hands on his hips.
"Three strikes and you're out," he said to Derek. And before Derek could even blink, there was a sting on his cheek again.
He watched Auto walk away and the he saw Splat standing before him.
"What?" He asked her. Her answer was another slap in the face. "What the hell did I do to you?"
"Nothing," she said to him, "it just seemed right,"
Derek looked at the girl before him and scoffed.
"You're really hot too," she smirked, "see ya,"
Derek huffed and turned. When he got to his car, his brother was looking at him with wide eyes.
"Not a word," he seethed.
--
Casey stood in the doorway of the bathroom, waiting for Braden to say something to her.
"Will you say something?" She asked him.
"What do you want me to say?"
"Look," she said to him, "I'm sorry,"
"Yeah, you fuckin' should be," he snapped at her, "you got off with your step brother, how twisted is that?"
He walked out of the bathroom, bumping into her shoulder on the way out. He walked out to the backyard and he sat down on one of the chairs.
"You are the biggest double standard ever," a female voice said.
"Carla," he sighed out, "not now,"
She walked over to him and sat in front of him.
"Casey just masturbated on the phone with a guy,"
"Her step brother,"
"What does it matter?" She asked him, "You fucked me in the bathroom," Braden looked away, "Casey should be the one mad, not you,"
She got up and headed back inside. She stopped and turned back around.
"And by the way, Braden, you're an ass hole,"
--
"One word to dad and I'll kill you," Derek threatened.
"I got it,"
"Remember, we just went to the movies,"
"I know,"
"And-"
"Bro! I know," Edwin reassured him.
Derek nodded and walked into their house to find it completely destroyed.
"What the fuck?"
So there it is. And I have to tell you, that I probably won't be updating for a while (not that I have with this one anyways) but I'm going out of town so I'll have rare occasions of internet access. But review and let e know what you think!