Is there anything worse than holding an ice pack over your throbbing head and a suffering from a freaking tight bandage- that practically restricted your circulation - wrapped about your hand, whilst listening to my fat assed cousin singing Bad Blood by effing Taylor Swift!

No?

Good. That's why I definitely complained.

"Please stop," I bellowed out to all four of the losers in front of me. "Please I hate this. Please stop! For the love of all things good, I'm going to need an ear operation at the rate we were going."

Bells tried to hush my ball of a cousin; he looked back at Aqueela and smirked," Want me to stop, babe?"

I don't know what was worse: BlubberSpit's ear-clawing singing- more like screeching- or his flirting? All I knew the urge of releasing my supper was high for both, and soon if something wasn't done.

Aqueela scowled at him. Before replying him with a sweet," I wonder what I prefer a blob of whale fat or a sexy Bad Boy?"

Bell scoffed before flipping her luscious hair. "A Bad Boy of course. There's no debate there-"

Her boyfriend frowned at her words. Bell quickly cut herself off.  Sorry, she mouthed to him before laying her hand on his. He softened up., but not completely his biceps were quite bulgy.

I sighed. I recognized that frown too easily, that had to belong to Mason: The Best Bully that ever terrorized our Junior High. If he wanted you there was almost nowhere to hide. Sounds like the Devil in the making doesn't it?

Even after all these years he still had bad blood with Jay. I smiled sweetly at myself before placing the ice back on the coffee table giving my nose time to regain its warmth. The stinging was still pretty sore but it harshened down a bit.

Whilst the others chattered away on how some guy called Troy was coming home next week, I tried to numb the ache from the bite mark. As I did the living room clock just above Mason's horns struck four AM. My eyes widened, "Blubber we need to leave at this very moment!!"

The fat kid popped out with a lollipop from God-knows-where in his mouth. We need to go home; I mouthed him as the others were deep in their conversation before pointing at the clock.

He shook his head. My middle finger greeted his ridiculous gesture.

"Bells," I waved to get her attention.

"Yeah?"

"Blubber needs to use the can, could I assist him? His aim is pathetic."

Fatso's face grew viciously red from utter embarrassment. "No, I do not!"

I shushed him sweetly whilst Aqueela and Mason snickered in the background. "Don't worry your potty training is just between the two of us okay?"

Aqueela was now on the floor with tears streaming from her face. Mason was changing colors. Bells look bewildered, but she eventually did reply. "Yeah, sure. The second door on your right."

"Thanks, Bella Note." I winked as I pulled the rascal by the collar out of the door with me.

Let's just say that was the last time I saw Mason and Bells on my visit. Why? I shoved the Fatty into the boot after I stuffed his mouth with soap. It was about time I washed that dirt growing in it.

And what about Aqueela?

Oh... she kind of followed me to the car and threatened she would call the cops if I didn't agree that Bubblegum was an actual likeable flavor.

Solution: I kidnapped her too.

Now Jays going to come after me too; and I guarantee that this will be one heck of a ride. I mean come on, who said Jay was the only racer in this show.

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