“One more.” came Nate’s dads' voice and then a rattle of pills as Nate's hand shot up and snagged a bottle of water out of the air with the same hand as the Advil.
“Nice catch, son.” Nate’s dad's voice dropped a few octaves lower in mock congratulatory.
“Thank's Pappy!” Nate’s voice raised a few pitch levels, making him sound prepubescent.
“Ugh,” Nate’s dad groaned in distaste. “You know how much I hate that. That word sounds like I should be wearing diapers, a catheter, and hooked up to an oxygen machine to help breathe.” his voice sounded completely repulsed at the thought of aging.
The quote 'forever young' flashed across my mind as I realized it described these two perfectly.
Nate on the other hand chuckled a bit while shaking his head as he untwisted the medicine bottle.
“You're making me feel like an infant.” I whispered up to Nate, hoping he would get my very- non subtle- hint and set me right side up like a normal human being.
“Would you like a pacifier little girl?” he cooed mockingly.
“Would you like a black eye little boy?” I asked, my tone flat- matching my gaze.
“Ahh, I love it when you talk dirty to me.” Nate whispered; his voice holding as much of sex appeal as a hot Latino caught in a mid summers rain in Brazil whispering sweet nothings in your ear while the distant slow Spanish song drifting in the background, furthering the intrigue.
Before the shiver could finish its course down my spine, Nate’s moms' voice broke the heavy silence. “Oh, honey. Look how charismatic they are around each other. We used to be like that.” forlorn woven through the musical cords of her voice, her face was the picture of longing.
“Aislin, my dear, we still act like that. Don’t tell me you've caught a sudden case of amnesia?!” his airy, yet deep voice carried through the room with mischief.
“Oh dear,” Aislin paused as she placed the back of her hand to her forehead, “who are you and what are you doing in my kitchen!” she exclaimed, looking absolutely petrified.
I, on the other hand, was completely baffled by these two adults... strange? Behaviour.
“My name is not important. I’ve come to rape and pillage... your village.” he smirked deviously.
Nate’s mom immediately dropped the facade immediately and set her focus on one thing: Chace.
“Ooo, goody!” she murmured, excitedly, I must admit, and pounced on him like a cheetah pounces on its prey.
“Dear god, their relentless.” Nate whispered, sounding mortified.
“It's nice.” I replied longingly.
And just like that, Nate’s body snapped into a tense position.
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Cruel Intentions
Teen FictionCopyright © 2012 Sequel to Revenge Never Tasted So Sweet. Lies, Deception, Misunderstandings, but most importantly: Revenge. After a few months spent in a coma, Liv comes to find that everything she went through was for nothing, and that in fact Ma...
Cruel Intentions- Ch. 27 part 2
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