I think it's time to give you guys a mission. This mission, should you choose to accept it, is to give me ideas for further chapters. Fae and the twins are going to be enrolled in school, so I need some new ideas for that. Also, I need sexilicious male names. Why? Well....you'll see O.~
As always: Reveiw!
This new chapter is indepted to my very own Anti-Pookie. It is actually a welcome back from Washington D.C. present to her. So thank her! =]
Roger's POV
I attempted to hide our shit before the children got here. Unfortunately, there aren't many places to hide shit in the loft. So I had to make do with shoving it behind other things (but, alas, the condoms had to be thrown away... Didn't want some poor child stumbling onto one). I managed to shove the last of it under the couch just as Mark and everyone else walked through the door with three kids. I could tell something was wrong the moment I looked at Mark's face. He looked guilty and was trying (and failing) to hide his depression.
"Aw, shit, Mark, you look like Hell!" I barely had time to notice everyone making motions at me to shut up before the teenage girl grabbed my arm and dragged me into another room. Well...the fire escape, actually.
"What is wrong with you?" The girl hissed, "My brothers are only six! You don't swear in front of FUCKING SIX YEAR OLDS!" The last few words were screamed into my face.
I was too startled to snap into one of my usual rages. And by the time I was ready, she was already stalking back inside. I followed her into the house automatically. Evidently, the look of amazement was still on my face. Collins started laughing. Even Mark was smiling a little.
"F--" I stuttered as the girl looked at me. "Fruck you guys." I changed mid-word. Looks of amazement and confusion dawned on everyone's faces. Except for the kids. The girl was satisfied, the boys completely unaware.
Maureen turned to me with her eyebrows raised. "What did you just say, Roger?" She giggled in her annoying, high-pitched voice.
"I believe he said 'fruck'. Although I'm not quite sure what that means. What does fruck mean, Rog?" Mark was practically doubled over with laughing.
"I'll show you later." I said suggestively, slapping Mark's ass as I passed him. He let out a small yelp, and the girl looked horrified.
This was going to be fun. And I don't mean showing Mark what "fruck" meant. Although that would be very enjoyable as well.
Mark's POV
Zoom in on a group of eight walking up the stairs, where I suddenly feel nervous. Three people younger then Mimi were going to be staying with us. The only reason we weren't worried about her was...well...Mimi isn't exactly innocent...
Nonetheless, the door opens and we find Roger shoving the last of our useless shit under the couch. The couch right next to a garbage can filled with condoms. Roger.
He straightened, and glanced at my face for less then a second. How the hell does he read me like that?
"Aw, shit Mark," Glance towards Fae, who's face is becoming beet red way too rapidly to be considered 'normal'. Frantic Shut Up motions toward Roger were being made all around me. Except by Maureen, who was trying to point out the garbage can to Collins as Roger continued, "You look like hell."
Que Fae stalking forward and grabbing Roger's arm, pulling him onto the fire escape. We glanced at each other nervously, except for the twins, who continued to chatting nonstop. Maureen finally managed to point out the garbage of the day to Collins, and they both were falling over each other laughing. I snatched the can quickly, and shoved it out of sight in the kitchen, just in time to hear, "FUCKING SIX YEAR OLDS!" And unless Roger has suddenly become a teenage girl, it was Fae shouting. Collins and Maureen reached the point of snorting. Laughing snorting, not snorting as in--well, you know what I mean. Filmatic irony.
The window/door...thing...Anyways, Fae walked back into the room, her face angry. Roger looked as if someone had just slapped him across the face for no reason. Maureen giggled loudly. Slowly, even I couldn't help but smile, trying not to laugh at him. Roger looked at us, his face slowly mirroring Fae's. "F-F-" He stopped when he looked at Fae's face. She looked ready to attack him. "Fruck you guys."
Nobody was laughing anymore. It was slowly dawning on us that Roger was listening to what Fae had said. As usual, Maureen was the one to break the silence. "What'd you say Rog?" Giggling makes it way through her lips.
"I believe," I step in, grinning and trying to stem my laughter. "He said 'fruck'. Though I'm not quite sure what that means. What does fruck mean, Rog?" Using Maureen's nickname for him, which he hates with a deep burning passion.
Ever the quick one, he walked by me, smacking my ass, and saying, "I'll show you later." And tried to raise an eyebrow. Tried and failed. The look Fae gave us was completely worth it.
OCC
Now, I know this might have been a little bit of a let down, since it's basically the same thing from two (sexilicious) character's POV, but that's because the next chapter is going to be longer, and actually is already half-way written...if I could find the notebook I wrote it in....
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