•Peace•

•Chapter Twenty-Eight•

"I can't believe your parents named him that."  She continued.

Jason's face faded from amused to a slight glare. "My parents didn't name him. And don't criticize my brother, his parents were wonderful people. It's short for Richard.."

"Oh. How does that work.. you have different.." she cut herself off with an oooh. "You're adopted? Or he's adopted?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Both of us are." He said stiffly, not excited to continue this topic.

"Huh." She hummed uninterested.

"Anyways. Any other brothers?" She leaned in again.

"Yes but they're young." He eyed her suspiciously.

She grimaced. "Hmph. Well. Are you busy later?" She put back on a pretty face, and I couldn't help but snort.

"I just said-"

"I meant like.. tomorrow.."

"I'm not interested." He glared.

"Ugh. Whatever." She stormed off to the back to go sulk or something.

"Sorry about her." I smiled apologetically.

"She's.. really annoying." He pinched bridge of his nose with a sigh.

"Yeah... she's.. a personality, for sure." I shrug.

"She's a nightmare." He corrected, sliding in to lean on the counter beside me.

I snorted.

He smirked. "What a pleasant noise. I seem to draw it out of you whenever I'm around." He said sarcastically.

"You're just so funny." I roll my eyes.

"Any more and you'll sound like a guinea pig."

I froze and turned my head towards him slowly, a mortified, traumatic expression on my face.

"What?" He said with a straight face before cracking into a burst of laughter, doubling down and slowly lowering to the floor in tears.

"Guinea pigs don't sound like that anyways." I mumble will an eye roll.

"Get off the floor." I kick him as he continued to laugh himself to hysterics.

"I- HAHA- your face!-"

"Shut up!" I kicked him again.

He coughed/choked. "I-I can't..ha.."

"It's not that funny!" I defended myself.

"It 100 percent was." He grinned while taking deep breaths, schooling his face from the laughter. He got up from the floor using a hand on the counter. He purposely didn't look at me, and I knew the second he did he'd be on the floor again.

"Guinea pigs squeak." I clarified. "Not.. snort."

He raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't about to call you a pig, that wouldn't be very nice, would it? Besides, you're too cute for a pig and you kinda look like my little brothers guinea pig-"