"God Jeff, your boy could use to learn some manners." Adam stated, Jeff only shook his head with a sigh. "He had bruised ribs and if anything Paris dragged him along because he can't say 'no' to her, and he didn't even want to go in the first place." Adam shrugged. "Still.." Dakota glared at her husband, using harshest tone possible. "Will you just drop it Adam! God. Leave Paris alone.. leave her friends alone. She's 21 for fuck's sakes and can handle herself." AJ remained silent, ignoring the fighting couple and the pouting Jeff beside her.
Jacob continued to poke through Paris' things, until he whirled around to face her leaning in the door-way, Jason's arms wrapped tightly around her. "Your so cute." He cooed, to a beaming Paris. "I have some things to do, so I'll talk to you later." Paris sighed yet gave a nod. "Mmmk. What were you saying about my stuff Jake?" Jacob shook his head, falling back on the bed. "I thought it wasn't your room." Paris shrugged. "Whatever. C'mon get up.. do something." She poked him relentlessly, until he batted her hand away. "So whats up with you and my cousin?"
"I dunno. I mean he is hot, and is always affectionate towards me. What? You jealous?" Jake chuckled, running a hand through spiked, now somewhat faded blue hair. "Me jealous? Of Jason? Oh thats a laugh and half." Paris rolled her eyes, poking the hazel eyed male once again. "Sure..."
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Paris tossed and turned in the silent room, trying to get comfortable yet to no avail. "Ugh this is hopeless!" She cried, as she got up, pulling down her boxers which were riding up somewhat. A baggy hoodie which she had 'borrowed' from Jake, was thrown on overtop of her small fitting T. Sighing heavily she strolled down the hall in a vain attempt to make herself sleepy.
Jacob continued to poke through Paris' things, until he whirled around to face her leaning in the door-way, Jason's arms wrapped tightly around her. "Your so cute." He cooed, to a beaming Paris. "I have some things to do, so I'll talk to you later." Paris sighed yet gave a nod. "Mmmk. What were you saying about my stuff Jake?" Jacob shook his head, falling back on the bed. "I thought it wasn't your room." Paris shrugged. "Whatever. C'mon get up.. do something." She poked him relentlessly, until he batted her hand away. "So whats up with you and my cousin?"
"I dunno. I mean he is hot, and is always affectionate towards me. What? You jealous?" Jake chuckled, running a hand through spiked, now somewhat faded blue hair. "Me jealous? Of Jason? Oh thats a laugh and half." Paris rolled her eyes, poking the hazel eyed male once again. "Sure..."
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Paris tossed and turned in the silent room, trying to get comfortable yet to no avail. "Ugh this is hopeless!" She cried, as she got up, pulling down her boxers which were riding up somewhat. A baggy hoodie which she had 'borrowed' from Jake, was thrown on overtop of her small fitting T. Sighing heavily she strolled down the hall in a vain attempt to make herself sleepy.