"Eww!" he yelped, "That's just.."
She laughed, "Haven't ever seen your brother kiss a girl before?"
"Plenty of times." Peter admitted, "But it gets to me every time. I just can't imagine it, uggh...makes me want to throw up. I bet'cha he's slobbering all over her right now..."
Thomas' head quickly jerked away from Laura and this attention turned to the goofy grin that greeted him, "I heard that captian truefag." Suddenly, Thomas' jaw dropped as he stared in surprise at his brother, "W...what the hell did you do to your hair?"
"This." Peter laughed nervously, running a hand over his not extremely short cut hair, "The long locks were kind of getting in my eyes."
An evil grin grew across his brother's face, "No, no. That's not it. You were going for my old look, except you kind of shaved off your bangs..." Tom shot him a sympathetic face, "I always knew my little brother wanted to be just like me."
"Little! By two minutes!" Peter defended, "And you were the one that got the looks from me!"
"How is that possible?" he growled, "Your such a little freak, you know that. Freak. Freak. Freak."
"Shut the fork up!" Peter screamed, standing up and glaring across the room at his brother.
"Hey Pete, You look like one of Moffie's turds now that you shaved your head. Have you taken a bath lately? Because I'm sure you smell like shit too." Thomas' shot across at him, a wicked smile plastered across his face. Taking a deep breath, Peter jumped onto the coffee table and flew off of it, landing directly on his brother.
"Whoa!" Laura cried, quick to her feet and away from the couch, not wanting to get mixed in with the little cat fight.
"I hate you!" Peter called, nailing Thomas' hard in the jaw with his right fist, which was returned with a knee to the gut.
"Not as much as I hate you!" his brother retorted, trying to pull and the once long hair, and when he had no luck he grabbed onto his brother's cartilage earring, trying to yank it out of his head. Peter yelped in pain and snatched onto his brothers hair and ripped forcefully at it, delievering just as much pain to him as he was giving in return.
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Jake sighed, and felt his heart sulk as he stared at a picture of him and Shea together. Why did he just leave, and like that. With all the money they took from Andy, they could have gone to Las Vegas and got married. "If only I had been more open about my sexuality." He muttered, running his index finger over his friend's face. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he shoved the framed picture under his pillow. Maybe someday, he'd get enough money to go and get his true love back...some day.
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"Go out with you?" Kindell smiled, and brushed the hair off of her shoulders.
"No...No wait." Luke said, holding up his hand as if to stop her from talking. He pondered for a second before speaking, "No. Nevermind. I changed my mind."
"What!" Kin cried, "Your kidding me right?"
"Does it look like I'm kidding?" Luke shot, giving her a pissed off look, "How about you just leave, alright?"
"Luke!" She cried, but it was too late the door was slammed right in her face. Luke smirked and listened to her frantic pounding on the door, before pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. He needed to find his sister, he was a little on edge with the fact she hadn't come home yet.
He quickly dialed her number and listened to it ring, and ring and ring. Why wasn't she picking up? She should have picked up. Pulling the phone from his ear, he checked to see if he had even dialed the right number and when he was positive he had, he put the phone back on his pants pocket.
"I'm gonna kill her." he growled, turning and heading out the back door, he had to find one of the damn Valmont brothers.
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William sat with handcuffs secured around his wrists, his dark eyes glaring intently at the ground. How did he get himself into this...wait, he tilted his head slightly to see a pissed off face glaring at him. Ashley. It was her fault.
"Don't glare at me." he shot, just as she stuck her tongue out at him.
"If you hadn't stold a car and if you hadn't tried to impress me this NEVER would have happened." she shot, growling slightly under her breath, "My mother is going to be so pissed, Brookie is going to be so pissed, and Luke too! I'm going to blow everyone's cover and get a whole bunch of people in trouble because of..."
"Shut your forkin' trap hole." William muttered, "I'm sick of it. It's your forkin' fault as much as it is mine."
"I didn't have anything to do with it. And you'd better tell them that, understand?" Ashley ordered, but that only made William laugh.
"I'll tell them the exact truth." he shot, "I'm not getting into any more trouble on your account. And you know what, if you weren't wearing those clothes, I probably would have NEVER walked up and talked to you. And you know what else, when you said no guys wanted to see the real you, I know why now. Because the real you is a little trash bag, bottom feeding whore."
"I am not." she defended, "You don't know me."
"I'm glad I don't know you." Will retorted, "I feel sorry for anyone that does know you."