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I own my OC, Jamie Elliot and the OC Raissa Olive who will be an important and main character at the second part of this series. (I'm making it three parts!)
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26. Jamie's "Father" Is A Tool
Jamie strode into her home, her heart fluttering, and a large smile spread across her face. She leaned against the front door as she closed it and sighed, what an awesome day. "Eh hem." Mark, who sat on the neon green couch in the front room called, his throat being cleared. "Jamie. Come in here."
Jamie walked unsteadily to see her weapon tapping his foot, glaring at the empty space behind her. His hand was transformed into the barrel of a shotgun, and he sneered, "Come out Kid, let's have a your girlfriend's father talk." Jamie rolled her swirled eyes, "He's not here Mark, he went home."
Mark's arm reverted to its original form, as the weapon shouted, "Dang it! I so wanted to play the stereotypical father role! Way to kill my buzz, Elliot!" Jamie just laughed as she went to the kitchen and turned on the stove, "I'll make you some dinner. . . Dad." Mark scoffed at her, laying back on the couch.
"So how was the date?"
Jamie, who had been pulling out a pot from a high drawer dropped it on her head. It clagged and chimed when it knocked on the floor, and Jamie whimpered, rubbing the bump on her head with a red face as she replied, "Oh it was good. We saw Finding Nemo and came home."
The white-haired meister gingerly picked up the pot and put it on the hot plate, opening a package of Ramen Noodles and plopping the squares of hard noodles into the stoveware. "No kiss?" Mark asked, looking up from his postion with a pout, "How drawl, I figured he'd a peck ya by now." he laid back down just in time to miss a flying pan.
Jamie scrunched her eyes and clinched her fists, her face redder by the second. "He's not like that! He's a gentlemen, unlike certain green-mohawked weapons in this house by the name of Mark!" Aforementioned Mark laughed at Jamie's ferious fit, "Wow! Your so childish when your angry!"
"Your such a tool Mark!" she humph'd, whirling around and stirring the noodles. Mark chuckled and folded his arms behind his head.
Jamie had it bad.
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