Cupid shrugs, "God, Jace. I'm freaking 14! I don't want to be seeing any of that. And anyways. Rayahs suppost to be babysitting me. Not making out with her boyfriend." He says glaring at me. I look at Jace longingly, sitting against the wall. I glance at Cupid. "I'm sixteen. You can't tell me what to do. Anyway. I'm the boss of you arent I? Now go to bed." He sighs, "But--" I cut him off, "Now!" He goes back onto the bed and I smile micheviously at Jace, scooting closer. "PG!" I hear Cupid yell. "F**ck off." I said wrapping my arms around Jace's neck.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I look at Cupid, pissed. "You don't have to sleep but your not getting your phone back until I feel you've learned your lesson. I could've just lit you on fire." I smirked, Checking his messages. He deleted them. I glanced up at him, "Your smart." I put his phone in my back pocket. And plopped back down on the couch, laying down. Cupid sighs and throws a pillow over his head.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
If you don't know it's impossible it's easier to do. And because nobody's done it before, they haven't made up rules to stop anyone doing that again, yet. — Neil Gaiman
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