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
Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong. — Neil Gaiman