Dashiell: 15, Prince: 16, Nikki:16, Paris:15, Serena:16, Diggy: 18, Toby: 16
“So how was the beach” I dicho getting up not wanting to watch the stupid credits.
“It was good, tu should come sometime.”
“And be totally ignored o pounded por tu I think not” I replied.
“I wouldn’t ignore you.”
“But you’d pound me right like tu say tu do to Paris just to look cool in front of Nikki and all of them.”
“No that’s different.”
“How is it different Prince?”
“It’s ah…very complicated.”
“Paris loves tu and tu make fun of her can’t tu see something wrong with that and the worst thing about it is that tu amor her too and your doing this.”
Then I spun on my heel and left to go to Paris’s room where the girls had fled to while me and Prince argued.
We sat in Paris’s room and listened to Michael Jackson, Avril Lavigne, Simple Plan, Muse, and beyonce for probably and hora when Prince came in.
“Hey do tu want to go to a party and Toby’s house tonight?”
Serena looked as if she’d been struck por a lightning bolt, Paris wore a small smile, and I raised my eyebrows, questioning Prince’s intentions.
“Sure” Paris answered happily.
“Yea that should be cool” dicho Serena.
I got up and walked over to Prince and dicho “yea I’ll go” but then I growled in his ear and dicho “but I’m only going so tu don’t hurt Paris.”
“I get it” Prince dicho backing away.
“Now get out Prince we have to change into something decent” Paris laughed running to our closet.
“No dresses Paris” I dicho as I pushed Prince out the door.
“Fine how about tu wear the purple cabestro, halter parte superior, arriba Auntie Janet bought me for my birthday?”
“It’s a bit too revealing don’t tu think?”
“Dashiell tu think anything that isn’t a tee camisa, camiseta is too revealing besides tu have the body for it.”
“Do not” I dicho glaring at her.
“You do too now wear that and these black skinny jeans.”
“Paris tu know I hate skinny jeans.”
“I got them for tu in case tu needed to change here, their three sizes bigger than tu need since tu like every thing bigger on you, now go change.”
I sighed and marched off the conjoining bathroom and then pulled on the black skinny jeans, they weren’t that bad and neither was the cabestro, halter top.
I walked back into Paris’s room and spun around “happy” I asked.
“Very” she dicho laughing.
I crossed my arms over my chest and she dicho “what tu look hot Pri… I mean tu look amazing.”
I rolled my eyes and dicho “you look good too Paris”. She did she was wearing a purple falda and lima, cal green tube top.
Serena wore a oro silk cami and indigo colored skinny jeans and black honda back pumps even though she didn’t want to Paris made her.
Even though Paris wanted me to wear the same sort of shoes as Serena we finally agreed on black flats.
Paris más hot rosado, rosa high heels that added to the brightness of her shirt.
I sighed and was about to go down stairs when Paris dicho “no, no, no were going to do your hair.
They brushed it the put it up into a poni, pony tail even though I usually just brushed my hair and let it stay down I didn’t mind the poni, pony tail that much.
Then we went down the stairs, Paris and Serena trying to control their high heeled shoes. I giggled and jumped off the third to last stair and landed and dicho “Prince lets go.”
He looked up at me and his mouth dropped. I couldn’t help but blush but managed to say “okay you’ve got your eye dulces now lets go.”
I blinked a couple time then dicho “right, yea, uh…” then grabbed his keys off the table.
He watched me the entire time as I walked to the car.
He hopped into the red corvette and turned the key in the ignition. I got into the passengers seat.
He turned on the radio to eminem and I turned it right away “what the … Dashiell” he said.
“Eminem sucks all he does is cuss and he raps too fast.”
He sighed then turned the station that was playing I’d lie por Taylor Swift.
She sings and I sing along “but I know all his favorito! songs and I could tell tu his favorito! colores green, he loves to argue, born on thirteenth, his sisters beautiful, he has his fathers eyes, and if tu asked me if I loved him I’d lie.”
“Wait, she dicho seventeenth and tu dicho thirteenth” Prince says.
“Did not.” I dicho biting my lip. And thinking did I really say that?
“Does it have to do anything with the fact that I’m born on the thirteenth.”
“No.”
“Sure, Dashiell” he laughs.
“I did not say thirteenth.”
“Yes tu did” Prince says poking my stomach.
I glare at him and say “drive.”
He laughs and looks back at the road but I continue to sing along to the song.
“He looks around the room innocently over looks the truth; shouldn’t light go on doesn’t he know that I’ve memorized him for so long; he sees everything black and white, never let no body see him cry and I don’t let anybody see me wishing he was mine.”
He smiles the entire time and it annoys me a lot for some reason, so much I want to tortazo the grin off his face. He pulls into a drive way with a lot of other cars parked in it.
He gets out and opens my door smirking. I push him away feeling his muscles through his tight white tee-shirt.
He smiles at my little stumble and opens the door for Paris and Serena.
Their both giggling and then I hear Serena scream.
We all sort of jump a bit. “What” I yell.
“It’s Diggy Simmons.”
“Oh yea that’s Toby’s cousin.”
She looks at Prince and says “I want to meet him.”
“Fine tu can just don’t embarrass me.”
I laughed and walked inside to the puñetazo, ponche bowl and stared across the room as Prince introduced Serena to Diggy. She was smiling widely as she shook his hand and he was smiling back then voice startled me “you know Prince?”
“Uh yea.”
“He’s a real jerk most of time.”
“He can be.”
She nodded.
“What’s your name” she asked?”
“Dashiell, what’s yours?”
“You don’t need to know tu can just call me Bitcherina.”
“Okay then Bitcherina it is” I dicho shaking her hand.
She smiled back and took a sip of her punch.
Prince ran over and dicho “come on Dashiell.”
“Okay bye Bitcherina.”
She gave a little salute and I followed Prince.
“Bitcherina?”
“It’s what she asked me to call her.”
“Doesn’t surprise me she’s crazy don’t hang out with her.”
“So you’re crazy does that mean I shouldn’t hang out with tu anymore?”
“I’m not crazy” he dicho contradicting me.
“Prince tu yell platypus whenever tu see a squirrel.”
“True” he dicho laughing.
“So how was the beach” I dicho getting up not wanting to watch the stupid credits.
“It was good, tu should come sometime.”
“And be totally ignored o pounded por tu I think not” I replied.
“I wouldn’t ignore you.”
“But you’d pound me right like tu say tu do to Paris just to look cool in front of Nikki and all of them.”
“No that’s different.”
“How is it different Prince?”
“It’s ah…very complicated.”
“Paris loves tu and tu make fun of her can’t tu see something wrong with that and the worst thing about it is that tu amor her too and your doing this.”
Then I spun on my heel and left to go to Paris’s room where the girls had fled to while me and Prince argued.
We sat in Paris’s room and listened to Michael Jackson, Avril Lavigne, Simple Plan, Muse, and beyonce for probably and hora when Prince came in.
“Hey do tu want to go to a party and Toby’s house tonight?”
Serena looked as if she’d been struck por a lightning bolt, Paris wore a small smile, and I raised my eyebrows, questioning Prince’s intentions.
“Sure” Paris answered happily.
“Yea that should be cool” dicho Serena.
I got up and walked over to Prince and dicho “yea I’ll go” but then I growled in his ear and dicho “but I’m only going so tu don’t hurt Paris.”
“I get it” Prince dicho backing away.
“Now get out Prince we have to change into something decent” Paris laughed running to our closet.
“No dresses Paris” I dicho as I pushed Prince out the door.
“Fine how about tu wear the purple cabestro, halter parte superior, arriba Auntie Janet bought me for my birthday?”
“It’s a bit too revealing don’t tu think?”
“Dashiell tu think anything that isn’t a tee camisa, camiseta is too revealing besides tu have the body for it.”
“Do not” I dicho glaring at her.
“You do too now wear that and these black skinny jeans.”
“Paris tu know I hate skinny jeans.”
“I got them for tu in case tu needed to change here, their three sizes bigger than tu need since tu like every thing bigger on you, now go change.”
I sighed and marched off the conjoining bathroom and then pulled on the black skinny jeans, they weren’t that bad and neither was the cabestro, halter top.
I walked back into Paris’s room and spun around “happy” I asked.
“Very” she dicho laughing.
I crossed my arms over my chest and she dicho “what tu look hot Pri… I mean tu look amazing.”
I rolled my eyes and dicho “you look good too Paris”. She did she was wearing a purple falda and lima, cal green tube top.
Serena wore a oro silk cami and indigo colored skinny jeans and black honda back pumps even though she didn’t want to Paris made her.
Even though Paris wanted me to wear the same sort of shoes as Serena we finally agreed on black flats.
Paris más hot rosado, rosa high heels that added to the brightness of her shirt.
I sighed and was about to go down stairs when Paris dicho “no, no, no were going to do your hair.
They brushed it the put it up into a poni, pony tail even though I usually just brushed my hair and let it stay down I didn’t mind the poni, pony tail that much.
Then we went down the stairs, Paris and Serena trying to control their high heeled shoes. I giggled and jumped off the third to last stair and landed and dicho “Prince lets go.”
He looked up at me and his mouth dropped. I couldn’t help but blush but managed to say “okay you’ve got your eye dulces now lets go.”
I blinked a couple time then dicho “right, yea, uh…” then grabbed his keys off the table.
He watched me the entire time as I walked to the car.
He hopped into the red corvette and turned the key in the ignition. I got into the passengers seat.
He turned on the radio to eminem and I turned it right away “what the … Dashiell” he said.
“Eminem sucks all he does is cuss and he raps too fast.”
He sighed then turned the station that was playing I’d lie por Taylor Swift.
She sings and I sing along “but I know all his favorito! songs and I could tell tu his favorito! colores green, he loves to argue, born on thirteenth, his sisters beautiful, he has his fathers eyes, and if tu asked me if I loved him I’d lie.”
“Wait, she dicho seventeenth and tu dicho thirteenth” Prince says.
“Did not.” I dicho biting my lip. And thinking did I really say that?
“Does it have to do anything with the fact that I’m born on the thirteenth.”
“No.”
“Sure, Dashiell” he laughs.
“I did not say thirteenth.”
“Yes tu did” Prince says poking my stomach.
I glare at him and say “drive.”
He laughs and looks back at the road but I continue to sing along to the song.
“He looks around the room innocently over looks the truth; shouldn’t light go on doesn’t he know that I’ve memorized him for so long; he sees everything black and white, never let no body see him cry and I don’t let anybody see me wishing he was mine.”
He smiles the entire time and it annoys me a lot for some reason, so much I want to tortazo the grin off his face. He pulls into a drive way with a lot of other cars parked in it.
He gets out and opens my door smirking. I push him away feeling his muscles through his tight white tee-shirt.
He smiles at my little stumble and opens the door for Paris and Serena.
Their both giggling and then I hear Serena scream.
We all sort of jump a bit. “What” I yell.
“It’s Diggy Simmons.”
“Oh yea that’s Toby’s cousin.”
She looks at Prince and says “I want to meet him.”
“Fine tu can just don’t embarrass me.”
I laughed and walked inside to the puñetazo, ponche bowl and stared across the room as Prince introduced Serena to Diggy. She was smiling widely as she shook his hand and he was smiling back then voice startled me “you know Prince?”
“Uh yea.”
“He’s a real jerk most of time.”
“He can be.”
She nodded.
“What’s your name” she asked?”
“Dashiell, what’s yours?”
“You don’t need to know tu can just call me Bitcherina.”
“Okay then Bitcherina it is” I dicho shaking her hand.
She smiled back and took a sip of her punch.
Prince ran over and dicho “come on Dashiell.”
“Okay bye Bitcherina.”
She gave a little salute and I followed Prince.
“Bitcherina?”
“It’s what she asked me to call her.”
“Doesn’t surprise me she’s crazy don’t hang out with her.”
“So you’re crazy does that mean I shouldn’t hang out with tu anymore?”
“I’m not crazy” he dicho contradicting me.
“Prince tu yell platypus whenever tu see a squirrel.”
“True” he dicho laughing.