Only $200,000 a year. Cheap by her standards.
You watched her as she danced to a song about suicide and being happy about it.
''Digusting.'' You muttered. Even though she did do it, and you decided to call her on the phone about it.
You pulled up your phone. ''Call Belle Delphine.'' You said. The phone then put her on the phone. ''Y/N!'' She said. ''How are you?'' She continued. ''What the hell is on your and Instagram? Mom tells us to check it everyday. She's worried.'' You said.
''Ah it's nothing. She won't care anyway. How's your ankle?'' She responded. ''It's fine. You can't be doing this stupid shit. The IRS is already after you.''
You said. You weren't having it tonight. You decided to ask her a question.
''You wanna have phone sex? I mean like, I know it's sudden, but my meat rod can't get enough.'' You say with a joking tone.
''Ooh little brother's horny...'' She teased. You could hear the rain sounds coming from her phone. ''By the way, the IRS is not after me. That blew over,
listen I'll call you back, aight bro? See you later.'' She continued to say.
She hung up, and you went to bed for tonight.
You were awoken hours later. ''Huh.. sis?'' You uttered. ''Yea? I'm here.'' Belle continued to just play with you. She never took anything seriously.
You decided to grab a pillow and rest on her lap. ''You're tired after everything at home and you want to rest. Guess my popularity rubs on you.''
She said.
Author: That will end it for today! Please send this fanfiction to Belle!
If you want more, just review! Have a nice afternoon!
- Chritoad