I flash a smile at Mark before I hear a gunshot go off. Swearing, I look at Zayne and find him playing with my gun, "God..." I mutter, standing and walking over to him, taking it away. He frowns and I scoop him up anyways, plopping him on my lap on the couch, "I hate you so much right now," I sigh, leaning back.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I take a deep breath and stand, nodding. I take my jacket and bag near the door, "Okay... I-I'll... You two can take this room then. I'll get another."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside