Hey hey again, I'm proud that I'm updating this soo soon. I wrote this chap with bee in english, while watching the most boring movie in the world, why couldn't we have played sleeping lions? I love that game but I always lose, I'm in hysterics. Today I laughed so much (lol sin and lish) that I fell over backwards and whacked my head on the lockers. It was hilarious so I just kept laughing.

I hate Sara today cause she's wrecking everything, but I need some CONTROVERSY (lol) so yeah,

Read it and love (AND REVIEW IT)

Love MsMcCartney (Jesse's fiancée in my dreams)

(Great Minds Think Alike bArDs)

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Ava shuffled along the hall, laundry basket in hand, heading towards her room. She heard a muffled, distressed groaning coming from Bradin's bedroom.

What was wrong? Had Bradin hurt himself? As she neared closer she heard a girls scream "In the house!" she thought, realizing hat was going on. "Lucky his little brother isn't here.

She walked straight past his room, but couldn't help being a little bit curious to what her nephew was up to. Slowly, she turned and traced her footsteps back towards his door. She placed her eye to the keyhole and pulled back straight away.

Ava wasn't shocked by the fact Bradin was having sex, she'd known that for a long time, but wasn't he going out with Michelle? She'd been over earlier. Instead she saw the blonde, Sara naked and straddling his lap.

Ava turned her head and walked away quickly. She'd get Jay to have a word with him later, it was probably best she let the to be at the moment.

She heard the doorbell chime for the second time in that day. She hurried down the steps and towards the large wooden door.

"Michelle." Ava looked surprised.

"Afternoon Ms Gregory. Is Bradin here by any chance," Michelle said smiling.

"Call me Ava, sorry, Bradins… out," she lied.

"Well, I left my jacket here this morning, would you mind if I went upstairs to his room to get it?"

What should Ava say? She didn't want the poor girl to get hurt, but Bradin deserved to lose his girlfriend.

"Go right up," Ava said reluctantly, opening the door wide and smiling fakely.

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"Shit," Bradin called out as Sara slid off him and ran for the cupboard. Someone had knocked at his door.

"It's me," Michelle's voice called out.

"Alright, give me one second Shell," Bradin shouted in a panicky.

He kicked Sara's clothes under the bed, grabbing his boxers and pulling them on quickly.

Michelle opened his door just as Sara quietly shut the white, cupboard door.

"Bradin, you're here," Michelle exclaimed. "Your Aunt said you were out."

"Yeah, well, I just got back." He lied quickly, obviously not fooling Michelle when he saw the wide grin spread across her face.

She laughed, noticing his messy, ruffled hair, boxers that were on back to front, and the very noticeable lump in his pants.

"Having fun?" she teased, giggling louder, jumping to a conclusion that did not involve another girl, or partner.

Bradin turned bright red, grabbing a pillow and placing it over his crutch. "I-umm-well-the-you see."

Michelle stopped him. "It's cool, I understand. Now, baby boy, do you want Mummy to make it all better," she said seductively, leaning into kiss him. Bradin was gobsmacked as she climbed on top of him.

Bradin worked his hands up and underneath her singlet, pulling it off. To his surprise she did not protest. Now tis was the Michelle he fell in love with!

Soon they were heatingly making out, when Michelle saw a glint of pink lace sticking out from underneath his bed. She pulled back and jumped up, leaving Bradin confused. She dove her hand underneath his bed, bringing out a hot pink bra.

"What is this," she screamed, waving the bra in the air.

"It's umm old," he said, hanging his head.

A girl giggled, the noise was coming from inside the room. Bradin could see tears welling in Michelle's eyes.

"Where is she," she shouted, flinging open the door of his bathroom, then his cupboard. Sara stood, wearing one of Bradins and nothing else.

"You bastard," she yelled at Bradin, slapping him hard across the face. Sara cringed and Bradin jumped.

"I deserved that," he whimpered.

"Look, Shell, I didn't mean it, she came onto me," he argued, watching the girl storm out of the room, without her shirt of jacket, tears streaming down her brown cheeks.

"Crap," he shouted, punching the air furiously.

"Well, at least she's out of the way now," said Sara, lying down on the double bed.

"Get out!" His eyes were puffy and red. Sara wasn't stupid enough to stay.

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How was that, it was fun to write.

Goodbye, I want to get this posted now.

See ya, or not. But I will see your reviews!

MsMcCartney