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Hello ladies :) I'm too tired to come up with something witty so here you go :)

Chapter Twenty One

Brown Eyes POV

No regrets.

I don't feel the tiniest tingling of remorse for Stalkerboy's midget sister.

If the little lapdog had kept her hands to herself, she wouldn't be at the hospital having an x-ray done on her cheekbone while I play with her kid. Her slap was weak and uncalled for, for I had merely told her she looked like a retard in her Superman cape. She's a mother for God's sake; she should know better, right?

"Hey Brown Eyes?" Stalkerboy calls from the front of his shop.

It's a beautiful place, at least one side is. Completely filled with any kind of music one person could ever want. I'm pretty sure I saw some Scottish bagpipe music somewhere in the mess that he calls organization. He told me he wanted to have a little something for everyone. The other side looks like the bedroom of a dude I dated in junior high school.

"Uh-huh?" I bounce midget's baby in my arms while he tangles his little pudgy hands in my curls.

There's a cat purring and rubbing against my boot in search for affection but my hands are full with the cutie.

Stalkerboy turns towards me and shows me the front of a record.

"Pink Floyd, The Dark Side of the Moon," I scoff. "Released in 1973. Come on, Stalkerboy. Give me a hard one."

We've been at this for almost two hours. He'd go through the endless music that lines the wall of his half of the store. He hasn't found a single record or CD that I can't name. Unlike him, I am open to all kinds of music. I might favor a certain type, but I'm eclectic.

My iPod has Marilyn Manson right next to Miss Monroe.

Stalkerboy underestimates me.

Doesn't hurt that I'm extremely competitive.

He chuckles and sets the record back into its rightful place. I watch him.

His tongue pokes out of his mouth just a fraction as he focuses on trying to find something I won't recognize.

The game continues until the door swings open, revealing Cyclops and her henchman. She growls when she sees that I'm holding her spawn.

"Before you get knocked out for the second time today, if it wasn't for her, BC would be sitting in a shitty diaper," Stalkerboy explains. "So you should thank her."

"Thank her?" Her eyes are bleary and she speaks with a slur.

Someone hit the pharmacy before coming home.

"Thanks to her I have a bruised cheekbone!"

"Oh no, Thumbelina. You hit me first," I argue, handing Stalkerboy the baby because I'd prefer to have both hands if she comes at me like a flying squirrel.

"You called me retarded," she stomps and stumbles to the left drunkenly.

"You're a grown woman in a cape. I didn't call you retarded; I said you looked like one."

"I don't want her here," the midget grits out with squinty eyes.

"I don't want him here," Stalkerboypoints to the blonde dude. "Or at my house for that matter, yet you keep bringing him around. How the hell can you try to make me follow your orders if you can't respect mine?"

"Jasper is my boyfriend."

So that's the name of the weirdo slinking behind the Marvel comics.

"And she's my girlfriend. So expect her to be around Alice because I'm not fucking around here." Stalkerboy hands her her kid.

"But E-"

"And don't start fucking crying now because things aren't going your way. You need to grow the fuck up."

They are like little kids. All flailing arms and temper tantrums.

He stomps behind the counter and grabs our jackets before grabbing my hand and dragging me outside without another word. I have to run to keep up with him as he drags me down the sidewalk.

He finally stops when I can no longer see B&M's. He shakes out my jacket and holds it open for me wordlessly before slipping into his own once I'm bundled up.

"Your lip okay?" I ask.

He looks puzzled. "Yeah. Why?"

I don't give him an answer.

The roles are reversed and he's pressed up against the side the building we're standing beside as I attack him with fervor. I can't wait for his lip to fully heal so that I can bite it. For now I settle with slobbery tongue massages, but you just wait. The second he's fully healed, he's mine. His hair is fucking Garnier Fructis commercial worthy and he likes it when I pull it. So I do. Hard. He groans and bucks his appendage into my pelvis.

We make out sloppily, not caring if anyone's watching and only pulling away when out lungs are about to burst from lack of oxygen.

"What was that for?" he pants against my neck. His hand has traveled under my jacket and his thumb is massaging the skin just under my shirt.

"That was so hot." I lick his lips excitedly. "You sticking up for me. Calling me yours."

In a flash we've switched places and my back is pressed against the freezing brick. "You are mine."

I shiver under his hold. He's practically mauling me in public. Out in the open. His hands are everywhere all at once as his mouth sucks at my neck like he's fucking feeding off of me.

Soon Stalkerboy. Soon you will ravish me.

hehe. Sooo we're pretty much going to speed things up in the next chapter :) You know what that means! see you next time ladies :)

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