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She crossed her legs, carefully choosing her words. Trying to find the best way to describe this kid. ❝ His name’s Zim. He’s a little older than you, but not by much. Insists on speaking a language that I don’t understand all the time, && – oh. Get this. The little twat works with chemicals all night long long. It’s stinking up my house. I’m talking, rotten eggs && hairspray smell. ❞ Her words were low && grumbled, cautious not to alert anyone who might enter or pass them by. She just needed a girl to talk to. All the guys in their friend group were nice enough, but it wasn’t the same as having a girl. ❝ He’s quiet && creepy until you get him talking. Then half the time he sounds like a bitter child. The other half I can’t understand. ❞
“Yet more immature then me like always?” Evie stated brushing her hands against he apron and moving to get wine. “Well you can always stay on our couch if you need a place to crash but why don’t you shove him outside when he messes with you chemicals it’s your place.” She explained with a calm voice pouring the wine. “Well bitter childern are pretty much all the guys here. Have you told him you can’t understand him?’















