I sigh, making sure she's covered, and slip out of bed. Dressing only into pants, I head to the door and find Marco there with a phone.
"I know you said not to interrupt you again," he says nervously, his hand shaking slightly, "but it's Brady. He said he had direct orders to speak with you."
I take the phone and shoo him off, closing the door.
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
I bring the phone to my ear and listen to Brady ramble on about injuries and conditions. When he's finished, I remind him of my threat and hang up. I lock the door again and set the phone down before lying at Bella's side again.
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
I sigh and look at him, "Is this what you do all day?" I smile, "Sleep with girls and just boss people around? Because that sounds fun," I flip on my side to face him.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I smile wider, "My days...drinking grey goose in the alleys, going to the bars and finding some random guy, usually older than me. Around twenty-five or so, and then sleep with them. Then, leave them really early in the morning and go shopping. With money I steal from their wallets..." I bite my lip.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"Fine... Because I can't steal from your wallet. You'd kill me," I smile looking back at him, "Or accuse poor Marco and I think him and I are going to be become best friends and that wouldn't be a good start to a friendship."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
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