BitterSweet Mayhem (Paul Imprint Story)

Karmatic Dick

"Someday someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you've never seen, they'll look at you like you're everything they've been looking for their entire lives. WAIT FOR IT."

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Embry

My thoughtful stare was suddenly obscured by a yellow swirling flying object that was nearing my face at a dangerously insane rate. Though I could have easily halted the stupid thing from smooching my face I remained stationary, selfishly indulge in my autistic bubble as the thing fulfilled its purpose, which consisted in mercilessly high-fiving my forehead. The heavy thud of skin against plastic was soon followed by a laughing chorus.

A warning growl whooshed past my lips, "Does this look like a fucking beach to you, Cole?" I huffed, rubbing the spot on my forehead where the annoying Frisbee had previously hit me.

The raven teenager shrugged as he bends to retrieve his toy, eyes roaming cunningly around, seeking his next target.

"I'M HUNGRY with capital G. Seriously, where's Emily when you need her?" Seth whined just in time for his belly to unleash an uproaring growl that soon echoed in everyone else's stomach.

"You do know Hungry 's spelt with H, right?" amusement bounced off my words whilst I stared at my now extremely exasperated pack brother.

"Your words are truly appreciated Captain Obvious," Toffee brown eyes rolled back on their own accord as a faked bow was gifted my way, "Though I must admit you're being awfully judgy, Hungry is formed by six letters in total so why can't I give the G the exact same important role as H, I believe in equal rights Emberto and so should you," a cheeky wink came my way evoking slight yet noticeable tremors from my part. The fucker knew how much I loathed my birthday name yet he always threw it around like nothing. "Now back to Em's whereabouts," his tone took a louder edge, frown now marring his features "Anyone?"

"I believe they're somewhere around Switzerland," Brady yawned from the sofa carelessly stretched in front of the ancient chimney, clearly unfazed by his brother's antics.

"Come again?" Seth pressed pushing me aside to tower over Brady's loitering form.

"Her honeymoon duh, you know that special trip to have a private time with your loved one where you locked yourself in a room and do it like they do it on the Discovery Channel."

Brady's bold statement set the room on a strong fit of contagious laughter with the exception of Seth who was scrunching his nose all the way up to his eyebrows as he fought the strong urge to gag. My anger soon subsided and I turned to face the poor traumatized teenager.

"Were you even there for their wed? You know Alzheimer is not something to mess with, pup, maybe you should call Doc Lyle for an appointment."

"SHUT UP EMBERTO, you know you miss her just as much or at least your stomach does," Seth argued, grinning deviously when my stomach complains angrily, faithful to his remark. Damn, I was starving.

"OH EMILY WHY OH WHY DID YOU LEAVE US WITHOUT FOO----?!" Quill exclaimed dramatically only to be cut abruptly by the same yellow fucker who had smooched my forehead before. I tried swallowing my laughter but the sight of the Frisbee stuck on his mouth did it for me and I found myself guffawing along my brothers and a victorious Collin who kept on fist bumping the air. Even though I hate to confess Quill was right.

After all, without food, we were as useful as Sam with a box of tampons. No, really...Bossman had no clue what those were in fact, he thought they were some kind of safe proof fireworks hence why he bought 6 boxes for little Claire last Christmas Eve which of course only got him a strong berating speech from Meelee and the spotlight of culprit of never-ending jokes from the pack.