“You’re a weirdo!” Luke laughed, “You like….. you do weird stuff, and always with the same girl, I think she’s from another country though, she has a weird name it’s like yan.”
“What?” I snapped.
“I don’t know,” Luke sighed, “It’s spelled weird like Y slash line thingy N.”
“Luke sweetheart that’s abbreviation for your name.” Charlie laughed.
“Oh!” Luke cried, “I don’t get it.”
Ignoring him I rose to my feet, “You guys are freaks!”
“At least we’re not freaks in the sheets, am I right?” Michael laughed, fist bumping Calum.
“Yeah…. Well…. My hands are bigger.” I snapped.
“So our fans have told me you douche.” Michael spat.
“Yeah well,” I snapped, “It’s true, so don’t talk about my imaginary flaws when your dick is probably the size of an egg roll!”
“Fuck you man!” Michael spat, “That’s Calum not me!”
“Hey!” Calum shouted.
“Guys, guys let’s not be mean.” Luke sighed, “I’m sure all of you have very nice wee wees.”
“I bet Ashton’s is small and diseased!” Michael snapped.
“Baby hands!”
“Et!”
“I’d rather be ET then stubby Mcgee!”
“I bet your hands are a fluke and your cock could fit in an infant sock!”
“If sock is code for your sister’s vagina then sure!”
“Woa!” Destiny cried, “There was a line, you just crossed it buster.”
“Fuck you man!” Michael cried.
“No thanks, I have your sister for that.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Well…. Not for long, I…. I forbid you from sleeping with her ever again!”
“We share a room pea brain.”
“She’s moving into my room.”
“Michael.” Destiny sighed.
“No!” Michael snapped, “You’re done, I forbid you from seeing him anymore!”
“You can’t do that!” I laughed.
“I just did!” he spat.
“Michael,” Destiny sighed, “Please knock it off.”
“No!” he snapped, “When your boy toy wants to insult the Cliffoconda when he’s walking around with the damn….. Ir… Irw… Teeny Irwiny!”
“Yeah I’m so sure!” I spat.
“I think we all should just take a deep breath.” Luke said quietly, “Maybe order some humus, some Pita a nice fruit sa….”
“Shut up Luke.” Michael snapped.
“No, he’s right.” Destiny sighed, “You both are out of line.”
“You’re both dumb.” Jess muttered.
“I’m leaving.” I grumbled.
“Where are you going Et, to phone home?” Michael laughed.
“I don’t know, what are you doing with your oompa loompa hands?” I snapped, “Making chocolate?”
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Beginne am Anfang
