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"Let me explain," Jerro stuttered. "I-AHAHA-Kyro and I um-wanted to do-to do..." He looked into my shocked eyes for an answer. "Ah-an early April fools prank!" Jerro snapped his fingers pointing his mother.
"It's March Jerro," she blinked not pleased.
"Exactly," he snorted. "Early? Duh."
"You really think they're married?" Mom puckered her lips. "Please Kyro is still a virgin."
"Thank you for broadcasting that information. Everyone my mom!" I clapped with a glare.
"Oh honey it's nothing to be ashamed of."
"It's true!" Jerro's mom, Dana waved her hands. "I was a slut back then," she snorted a laugh and with that all the ladies were laughing their butts off.
Jerro was scorching pink couldn't even speak. His own mom said she was a slut.
"Trust me though Jerro your, your dads father.." Dana wiped her tear streaked eyes. "I think."
And with that another marathon of non-stop laughter. It got so bad it got contagious with my lips quivering. Peter was enjoying this with a silent laugh and large smile.
If pink was a race Jerro would be the president of them. God it was hilarious. Until... Yeah I spoke too soon.
"Were not that stupid," Pam shook her head.
"I mean really Jerro? Where'd you pull that one out of? Kyro's cooter-"
"Now you're being disgusting," Jerro snapped.
"Live a little!" Jerro's mom shouted. Clearly drunk out of her mind. "C'mooon you're young? Uh? What's the new thing these days? YO-yellow?"
"It's yolo and don't ever say that again," Jerro glared.
"You only live once yellow!" His mom wagged her finger. "Yellow..." She busted out laughing. "You only live once yellow.. Ah.. God I crack myself up," snot came out of her nose. "What is this!?" She screamed.
"Okay that's enough Dana!" My mom grabbed her.
"I think so too," Pam grabbed the glass out of her hand.
"Ya' know my motha' told me," Jerro's mom spoke in an English accent out of nowhere. "Wha' you do when ye' growing up will reflect yo' children when they grow up. Does that mean my son is a whore? Hmmm?" Dana started stroking my moms face. "I'm such a good mother it huuuurts!" she started sobbing out of nowhere.
"Is she always like this?" I whispered at Jerro.
"I pretend not to know her when we go to the mall," Jerro spoke through clenched teeth.
I would too, I thought.
"Okay! Okay Dana!" Mom grabbed her arms. "Pam help!"
Pam nodded and grabbed her legs. They both carried her out the kitchen and into the living room. The rest of us were left alone standing there. My mom came back running in searching for something and stopped noticing us.
"You kids just go upstairs and hand out," mom nodded. "Where's the asprin..." She murmured running to the cabnits.
"Left," Jerro sighed walking away.
I shrugged not knowing what to do and followed him. Peter right behind me.
"That was entertaining, huh?" He smirked.
"Yeah," I widened my eyes to emphasize that disaster.
I continued to follow Jerro until he passed a corner into a room. He slammed the door behind him, but I stopped it with my knee and entered away with Peter.
Jerro flopping onto his bed murmured some curses and turned around. "Gah!?" He shouted jumping off the bed scared. "What're you guys doing here?"
"We were sent to follow," I shrugged.
"Dido," Peter nodded.
"You," Jerro snapped his fingers towards Peter. "Out, out."
"I think I'll stay," Peter pouted his lips and sat on one of Jerro's many chairs.
"What did you say?" Jerro got up defensively. I got up between him and placed a hand on his chest.
"Chill," I hissed. "He knows anyway," I mouthed.
"Shit," Jerro huffed. "I forgot," he scratched his head. "Whatever," he moved to his bed sitting.
Peter smiling a dazzling portrait sat there with what seemed like more to come to what met the eye. He was a wonder alright. A good looking wonder. Jerro was much as he was good looking as well. I mean... When you truly see someones personality it's as if that gap of getting to know them comes to a bridge.
I'm not saying I know Jerro, but just from these couple of weeks I'm already sick of him. We already set this line of our fake relationship and even though I've read a lot of books about girls in this type of situation and fall for the guy.