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beholdason:

“ listen, i said no, so quit arguing. “ 

“i’m not one of your siblings, you can’t speak to me like that and expect me to shut up. give me a valid reason then i’ll drop it.”

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beholdason:

“ i’m never off. probably gonna run a few times while i’m here. watcha gonna do, the bills ain’t gonna pay themselves. “ it was adorable, her attempt. but he’s not that kinda girl.

“just don’t lead them back to here, it’s the last thing i need.” after fixing herself a drink, she goes and takes a seat in the living room, legs folded underneath her. “that’s what i tell george but i doubt he’ll get off his ass and help me pay the bills anytime soon. i’m having to look for another job already.”

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beholdason:

“ don’t take it personally but i doubt that you’re ready for that. “

“why not? it can’t be that hard, can it?”

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beholdason:

his eyes study her up & down. it’s like a bad romcom except he’s the joke. “ aren’t you cold? “ he steps in, pushing past her into the hallway, making his way to the kitchen.

“nope.” she says with a smirk, following him after shutting the door behind her. was it too obvious she was trying to impress him? “--i was hoping you were free tonight..i’m surprised you wasn’t working.”

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beholdason:

“ whatever you say, man.    —-  nah, all out. ben said he’d bring some when he got back from work though, so that’s something. “

“wow, it’s really not your day, is it?” george lets out a small laugh, and begins to check his social media. “--is there any chance i could help you deal every now and then?”

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beholdason:

he’s standing in front of a house he’s only ever been in when no one from george’s family was even NEAR town. now he’s supposed to watch his sister. how the turntables.  a strong knock, that’ll do. ringing the bell seems a little — EXTRA.

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after slipping into something a little more revealing, she waits for his arrival and it’s not long until she hears the knock at the door. in seconds, the door is open, and she’s smiling at him. “come in..the food should be here soon and i have a shit ton of alcohol in the fridge. the world’s our oyster.”

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beholdason:

worked this time. “ what, now you’re trying to set me up with your sister? am i your charity chase?   —-   don’t you think i would’ve let you know, if he had replied? “ 

“NO WAY, i didn’t mean it like that. her standards are a little too...high for you. no offence, man. -- sorry, i’m just impatient..and bored. you got any beer?”

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beholdason:

“ you’re acting a little defensive for someone that should have nothing to hide.   —   what’s up with you? “ he shuffles, adjusting his position for maximum comfort. “ i’m sure once she sees my extra pair of eyes behind her she’ll punch it. “

he shakes his head, closing his eyes to avoid looking at ruben. “nothing, just leave it, man. has your supplier text you yet?” changing the subject always works...or not. “maybe not, she seems to like you.”

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beholdason:

[ georgie ] for what? [ georgie ] you need something?

[ ruben ] george is on that fishing trip with my dad and i’m bored.

[ ruben ] do you want to come over? i ordered Chinese.

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beholdason:

“ well, then i’m gonna cut THAT PART of your body off, simple. ’’ he’s not violent  —  but he’s also not JOKING. “ ask away. “

“hey dude, that’s not fair. what she wants to do with my body should be none of your concern.” he’s acting defensive, and he doesn’t know why. nothing has happened between them, yet. “my dad wants to take me on a fishing trip next weekend. lame, i know. i fuckin’ hate him but my mom wants me to go--but georgie is gonna be alone, can you watch out for her? i know she can take care of herself but an extra pair of eyes won’t hurt.”

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[ ruben ] long time, no talk. i hope you didn’t miss me.

[ ruben ] it’s georgie

[ ruben ] are you free tonight?

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beholdason:

“ you ever touch one of them & you lose your hand, you know that, right? i’m not playing with this. you take care of your sister, i take care of mine. all works out in the end. “ he puts his head back, looking up at the brightly colored ceiling.

“what if they touch me?” he muses, mostly to himself. his eyes flutter close, imagining the very thought before they open again when ruben continues speaking. “--speaking of which, i need to ask you something.”

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beholdason:

“ aw, bohoooo. find another reason to cry about other than ‘ GOOD GENES ‘. i mean, you’ve seen my sisters & you don’t see me crying cause they’re pretty. what i mean is that this isn’t a joke, remember, george? we’re in this with the bad guys. & you wanna keep those away from your sister. at all costs. “ what if it hadn’t been him? what if he actually could hurt a fly?

“i have plenty of reasons to cry, that just happens to be my least depressing one.” he’s half joking, half not. his lips turn into a small smile at the mention of ruben’s sisters, his mind goes to one in particular. “your sisters are hot, man, but you’re right. i can’t lose her. she’s all i got.”

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beholdason:

“ oh, fuck off. “ his hands glide out of hers, straight back to the beer, ready to take another gulp. “ you don’t want that. now, back to work, before i tell your brother. “ 

she rolls her eyes, hands moving to grip her end of the bar. “i do but if you really don’t believe me, i’ll go and flirt with someone else. -- george doesn’t care, he’s too busy getting high off your shit.”

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beholdason:

“ i wouldn’t call it lucky.   —    it easy, man. tell her to fuck off. simple as that. just man up for once, god damn it. you’re lucky it was me she threatened, & you know that as well as i do. “

“dude, bare in mind i’m living with her and if i told her to fuck off she’d have me on the streets. she does too much for me and i’m not gonna throw it back in her face.” but his friend is right, he does need to man up. but the life he’s living now is too addicting. “you think i’m the lucky one? in high school guys were trying to be my friend just so they could try sleep with her. not so lucky but i appreciate you not doing anything with her.”

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beholdason:

he’s flattered, really but he’s not 16 anymore. it’s gonna take more than that. “ i’m already feeling pretty lucky.  —- what is it, huh? “ another gulp & the beer is empty. he turns to her, looking up at her. “ what do you want this time? “

she’s a horrible person, but she loves it. noticing his beer is empty, she goes and gets him another. “what do i want?” she responds like it’s such a hard question and goes to take the empty glass from him, her hands stopping on his. “--i want you.” she whispers. “do you have any objections?”

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beholdason:

he lets his body fall on the couch next to his friend. “ dude, that was so fucked up. why’d you make me go through that? get her under control. “ he laughs, irritated at the memory. “ she was as nice as you can be while saying ‘i’m gonna rat you out’, y’know?”

he glances at ruben, eyebrows raised. “you should’ve seen it coming. how’d you expect me to get her under control?” he shook his head at the thought of the interaction between his drug dealer/friend and his sister. it could’ve gone worse. “i normally don’t like her meeting my friends by i guess you’re the lucky one.”