time for disaster -- kyle

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #002436 8px solid; border-bottom: #002436 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/pattern3.gif);] [atrb=width,400] tales of love & hatred Sasha Hammond drummed her perfectly manicured nails against the steering wheel of her car as she waited in traffic. ”Hurry up you idiot” she screamed at the incompetent driver infront of her who clearly had no idea how to drive. She’d always been an impatient girl however this morning she was on her last nerve. Frustration build up as every second passed. No, the traffic wasn’t her biggest issue. Her problem was where she was going and more importantly, why. Sasha had been trying for years to gain her fathers love and affection but was only ever met with platinum credit cards and jewellery. From the age of twelve it had been clear to her that to her father she only served as a reminder of her mother and her death. The more Sasha grew to look like her mom, the more her dad distanced himself from him and while she’d come to accept it wasn’t her fault she still felt the need to prove herself to him. While she’d been trying for years it seemed some gold digging bitch from god only knows where had succeeded in record time. Sasha was definitely not keen on having a step mom, nor was she happy about having to meet her and her loser son that morning. Still her dad would probably cut her off if she didn’t and Sasha always believed in knowing the competition. There was no way she was letting strangers come into her family and take everything away. Sasha didn’t even know them but she sure as hell didn’t trust them. Heaving out a massive, agitated sigh she stepped on the gas and over took the car in front of her, sending the driver a smug smile as she sped down the familiar street and finally pulled into her fathers drive. To say his home was a house was an under statement. Her dad was filthy rich, he spent every minute of every day working to build his fortune. She’d grown up in this mansion and it really was her home. Even her luxury penthouse didn’t compare. Yeah, Sasha was definitely spoilt. Slamming the door shut, she checked her reflection to ensure perfection. There was no way she was meeting ths horrible woman looking bad. Noticing her dads car wasn’t in the drive, she pursed her lips as she made her way to the front door, letting herself in with a slam of the door. ”Daddy I’m here” she called out, walking through the foyer and awaiting a reply. None. That was the problem with these huge houses, you could never find anyone. Deciding to go hunting she walked through the kitchen stll not seeing anyone and finally out to the back yard. A young male was near her pool and Sasha squinted to see who it was. Obviously the new step brother and probably as big a loser as she expected. ”Kyle, I take it” she spoke with disinterest, waiting as he turned around. Horror struck her face. Oh it was Kyle alright but a totally different one. She was expecting some nerdy guy in a flannelette shirt and a really high IQ or something. Not the guy she’d slept with a few weeks ago even though she found him to be incredibly irritating. What was he doing here? How did he find her? And where the hell was her dad and the dreaded step family. ”Why are you in my house?” she demanded in shock horror, ”Oh my god! Are you stalking me?”. Ofcourse only Sasha wouldn’t put two and two together and realise he was in fact her new step brother. ”Daddy, call the police! Some freak is in the house” she yelled out again, sounding like a total brat and rummaging around in her bag for her phone. One night stands were not meant to come back to haunt you. tag: kyle/kayla <3 word count: 646 outfit: hurr notes: love youuu.

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[kyle]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #006699 solid; border-bottom: 10px #006699 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 628 ( TAGGED ) SASHA/LAYLA ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Kyle had been told by his mother that he was to meet his new stepfather, well...soon to be step father, and he had a daughter. He wasn’t really particularly happy about it. He’d been through this many times, and gone through her divorcing them many times as well. Her job as a wedding planner actually suited her because she’d had so many weddings. He had lost interest now because he just couldn’t stand her much. At least he lived on his own now; he didn’t have to deal with her crap. He just could come and go when he pleased. It didn’t really matter to him. Today had annoyed him though, he had gone over to supposedly meet his new stepdad but they had told him after a quick introduction that they were going out. Kyle honey your soon to be stepsister will be here soon, you can keep each other company she told him great she said with a sigh, well that is just great. He had to meet his new step sister right now, he wasn’t prepared for this. He just wanted to leave. Couldn’t he just leave? Well he could but he figured he would only have to meet her again sometime. He didn’t really know what to expect by her. He kind of expected some stuck up Beverly Hills brat, the type he just really could not stand. It would be very hard if that theory were to prove him right. He hoped that it didn’t because they were surely going to argue a lot, all the time. unless they just did not speak, that was always an option. To just ignore the bitch and get along with his life the way he did all the time. he didn’t care about her and he didn’t care that her father was marrying his mom, other than the fact he did care because he wanted nothing more to stop it. Maybe somehow he could stop it, but his mom actually seemed happy, though that was how it always started, but there was just something different this time, he couldn’t even tell what that was, he just thought there was something different about her, he kind of liked seeing her happy. Despite the fact that she was a bit of a goldgigger....maybe not deliberately but whatever...he did love her, they got along, especially when it was just the two of them, he liked it when it was just them, like when the was younger. That memory was way in the past now though. He heard a voice and sighed, guessing that was his new step sister. Well he just had to be right didn’t he? She sounded exactly like a Beverly Hills Brat. He turned round when she said her name and a look of both shock and terror came over him. Wait, what did his mom say that the girls name was? Sasha, surely it wasn’t that Sasha, but apparently...yes it was. He looked at her...no, this could not be the soon to be member of his family, his future step sister, that was just way too weird. oh get over yourself, I am certainly not stalking you he said and almost scoffed. I’m Kyle he said and I appear to be your future step brother he said with a bit of a smirk. It really wasn’t funny. Now he was stuck with this woman for however long his mother chose to be married to her father. what a great surprise this is he said with a hint of sarcasm. so...how have you been? he asked. Though he said it sarcastically, he didn’t want to know how he was at all. He couldn’t care less how she was if he was going to be really honest. this is gonna be funn! <3 you too

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[sasha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #002436 8px solid; border-bottom: #002436 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/pattern3.gif);] [atrb=width,400] tales of love & hatred Sasha had expected the worst out of today. She was a girl that didn’t like change, she liked control and a new family at twenty three was terribly red neck. She had no idea what her father was thinking, How could he replace her mother with some random woman? And expect Sasha to welcome her with open arms? It just wasn’t going to happen. Ever. Sasha had been planning on putting this new bitch down at every chance possible and making her feel so uncomfortable that she never returned. There went that plan, she wasn’t even here. Instead her son was and just when she thought this was a bad day it got worse. She scoffed at Kyle, disgust morphing her pretty features as she shook her head at him. What had she been thinking? Being drunk was no excuse for hooking up with a pompous ass like this guy. Even when she’d first met him at the bar he’d frustrated her to no end. He was cocky, self indulgent and way too sure of himself. Basically, he was the male version of her. Not that she’d admit that. She was about to retort with some catty remark before it all started to make sense. He was her stepbrother. This could not be happening to her. He was so much worse than the geeky loser she’d imagined. Her glare did not falter for a second, her eyes practically drilling a hole through him. ”Are you fucking serious?” her words dripped with poison, ”This isn’t an episode of Jerry Springer”. It was becoming more like it by the second. Hand on her hip, Sasha took a few steps closer to him, over coming her shock and determined not to let him see it. ”Oh I’m fabulous, just fabulous” she replied sarcastically, ”Here I was thinking you were the pool boy or something. Who would have guessed you were the gold digging whores son?” she smiled her bitchiest smile. Did she care if she offended his family? She was Sasha Hammond, ofcourse she didn’t. ”So where’s the happy couple?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, ”Is you mom inside getting all our silverware valued?”. When Sasha was caught off guard she only knew how to act one way and that was with her claws out. In her opinion she had a point though. Her dad was rich and stupid, for all he knew these new people just wanted their money. Even if that wasn’t the case, she didn’t want to share her dad. tag: kyle/kayla <3 word count: 646 outfit: hurr notes: love youuu.

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[kyle]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #006699 solid; border-bottom: 10px #006699 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 510 ( TAGGED ) SASHA/LAYLA ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Well I am not too happy about it either sweetheart he said giving her a look. He really didn’t want to be around the place anymore than she wanted him there. he would make that perfectly clear. He’d not planned on seeing the woman again and now here she was, apparently going to be her step sister. It was just what she needed, no he really did not need it. He didn’t want it and he certainly did not want a sister, step sister or not. He didn’t care, he just didn’t want this situation, he really wished his mom wouldn’t rush into things like she did. she needed to think things through. He loved her but he couldn’t watch her go through with another marriage that would fail, well he didn’t know it would but he didn’t want her heartbroken again. The glare from sasha made it hard for him to not glare back, well he did glare back, he wasn’t against being rude to women, whether they would be family or not, he just did not care. At her comment about jerry springer he couldn’t help but chuckle. if you say not he said but if you ask me, its a whole lot worse than jerry springer, maybe we could give Jeremy kyle a call he smirked. By the look on her face already, he knew she wouldn’t be happy with him making jokes but he really didnt care. He smirked again but then frowned when she said that she thought he was the pool boy wow you really are a spoilt brat aren’t you he said. I’m not a fucking pool boy he said. He really didn’t want to deal with his mothers future husbands daughter, and knowing that she was a typical Beverly Hills brat, AND the one night stand from the other night just made him want to leave even more. His mother said that he should meet her though, not that he did everything his mother said, but he just wanted to annoy the girl, which was more fun than leaving to him. yes, yes I am the goldgiggers son he said I wouldn’t call her a whore though he smirked. trust me, I don’t want all this anymore than you do. I am sick of my mother rushing into getting married. She has enough money of her own, she doesn’t need anyone elses he said. Okay so his mother wasn’t loaded, but growing up when he didn’t have a dad, or a stepdad they had managed. When the comment about the silverware came up though he frowned. Look, I don’t want this wedding to happen any more than you, like I have said before, but comments like that isn’t going to stop it, and its just going to piss me off he told her. your not doing yourself any favours, so get off your high horse and admit that this is happening he said annoyed. you need to wake up, it’s happening, we have to deal with it....all of it he frowned this is gonna be funn! <3 you too

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[sasha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #002436 8px solid; border-bottom: #002436 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/pattern3.gif);] [atrb=width,400] tales of love & hatred Sasha wasn’t thrilled about having to stand there and talk to him. Couldn’t he just leave and go back to wherever he came from? Did her father know what hideously uncomfortable situation she was now in? And why did Kyle still have to look good? Even though she despised him with every fibre of her being she couldn’t help but still give him a once over. The fact he was good looking probably annoyed her even more. It was always easier to take down ugly people, they had lower self esteem. ”True” she agreed bitterly, ”Then again I’d die of shame if anyone knew I’d got drunk enough to sleep with you”. Honestly there was no shame in that little one night stand. He was hot, she was hot, it only made sense but Sasha didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of even thinking he’d been good in bed. This girl always had her defences up. She scoffed, a smirk dancing on her face. She’d been called a brat millions of times and it never stung. She wore the title with pride. Yeah she was rich and hot without a care in the world. It didn’t bother her if she acted like an entitled little bitch when she wanted. ”Guilty as charged honey” she laughed with sarcasm, ”Being a brat’s worked out pretty well for me so far though so I’m not about to change it”. Sasha had no shame in her game. Whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She wasn’t going to let some guy like Kyle get her down or make her feel ashamed. ”Oh, so getting married is a hobby for her is it?” Sasha raised an eyebrow, ”That’s awfully classy. The wedding planner who can’t stop getting married”. This woman sounded terrible to Sash. Then again so did any woman who stood between her and her dad. Truthfully she should have been happy Kyle’s mum was a reasonable age rather than a twenty year old swimsuit model. Suddenly he got her. It was rare for someone to baffle Sasha Hammond. She had a witty retort for everything and Kyla had done the impossible, he’d left her silent. She felt like she was being scolded by a teacher or something. Atleast she could take comfort in the fact that he wasn’t happy about the wedding either. Why didn’t he want to stop it then? Sasha always liked a challenge. Scheming was one of her favourite hobbies. ”I don’t have to deal with anything that I don’t want to thanks very much’ she snapped back, ”Not you, not her, not my dad and definitely not this joke of a wedding. You don’t intimidate me so stop with the bad boy act” she glared, flipping her hair over a shoulder. ”Oh and I don’t need the advice. If I wanted it, I’d ask a therapist. Or a bartender” she told him, ”Speaking of which, I need a drink” she turned on her heels and walked straight into the kitchen and towards the bottle of vodka her dad always kept in the freezer. She certainly wasn’t going to invite Kyle. Besides it was pretty much his house now anyway ad she doubted he wanted to spend another minute with her. tag: kyle/kayla <3 word count: 541 outfit: hurr notes: love youuu.

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[kyle]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #006699 solid; border-bottom: 10px #006699 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 554 ( TAGGED ) SASHA/LAYLA ( STATUS ) INCOMPLETE oh you think i’m sexy....you know it he said looking at her and grinning. That was the truth; he believed that she did think he was. Well he could admit to himself that she was hot, but he would never give her the satisfaction of knowing that. It would just be too easy to make him suffer and she would have something on him then, she would be one step ahead of him and he didn’t want that at all. He couldn’t deal with the fact that she would be all smug, though he knew deep down she would think the same. He could read her like a book already. He looked her up and down and smirked. She was so hot, shame they would be family and they wouldn’t be able to carry on whatever it was they had, then again he didn’t want to, he couldn’t stand her. he would rather go without than sleep with her again. Okay that was a lie, he didn’t mean that but whatever, he was just thinking about stuff. I am sure that I wasn’t as bad as you are letting on he smirked I certainly didn’t hear you complaining,...at all he smirked. well, your type never do want to change he said bitterly it’s exactly what I hate about this place, types like you he told her. he wasn’t afraid to say how much he disliked her type, he didn’t care, he knew she wouldn’t care. She was the type who could probably take anything and she would give it back just as good, if not ten times more. The thought of it made him smirk once more. He liked making her mad though, it was so fun, he could just see it in her face, that she wanted to blow up at him, well she was hardly keeping it all in but whatever. My mom isn’t going to go about letting you get your way all the time he told her. she won’t let you get away with half the stuff you do to your father he smirked. Then again, she probably knew just how to get to her father and all the buttons to press. He frowned at her believe me, I don’t like it he said, not even denying it, and why would he? He knew what his mother was like, he wasn’t happy she was getting married yet again, it was sort of a hobby, but maybe he exaggerated how many marriages she’d had. She had never been married to his father though, so that was one down. He listened to her go on about how she didn’t need his advice, him telling her things or anything and how she didn’t have to deal with anyone. Well maybe she was right, but he wasn’t going to make that easy for her, he didn’t want him to know that she had a point, maybe they could join forces somehow and stop the wedding. He would be down for that, but then again....his mother seemed sort of happy, he kind of didn’t want to break that, she was all he had and he couldn’t disappoint her by stopping the wedding. He followed her into the kitchen and took the bottle from her and looked for a glass, then he poured himself a glass. love them! ♥

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[sasha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #002436 8px solid; border-bottom: #002436 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/pattern3.gif);] [atrb=width,400] tales of love & hatred Sasha found most people irritating at best and Kyle was so exception. She was usually up for a little banter because let’s face it, she loved bitching out someone, it did wonders for her self esteem. However this whole experience was wearing her out. Sash had been prepared for a show down with the devil woman and instead she’d been confronted with the spawn of satan. It was rare to knock Sasha off her feet but there you go, it had happened. ”Oh please, you’re really not that hot” she lied like an expert. He was, he knew it, he didn’t need her validation. If anything he should have felt privileged that she’d even allowed him to touch her. A laugh escaped her lips in his direction, ”Kyle dear, I was drunk. In fact you probably didn’t hear anything and just a hint, that’s never a good sign” she gave him a bitchy little piece of advice. She may have been tired but she wasn’t going to let him get the better of her. ”Well noone’s aking you to stay” she rolled her eyes at him. Seriously, what wasn’t there to love about Beverly Hills. Everyone and everything was perfect so she certainly didn’t appreciate some kid from god knows where insulting her home town. Sasha was a complainer herself but she hated when other people did it. She was a girl of many contradictions. He was annoying her and she was about to yell but suddenly what he said next was made her burst out laughing. ”Are you serious?” she laughed at his stupidity, ”You think you’re mother is going to have any say in my life? You’re dumber than you look darling. The last time someone tried to come between me and my dad, I was fourteen, she was twenty one and desperate to be a model. She’s stripping off on some pole now” Sasha told him with a touch of pride in her voice. One thing about Sasha was that she always got what she wanted and she always destroyed the enemy. ”Trust me, don’t fuck with me Kyle. You and your mother. I’m Sasha Hammond, this is my family and no one is going to be changing anything” she warned with a narrow glare. She didn’t even care if he knew how pissed off she was now. Sasha was crazy when it came to her dad. He was literally all she had, she’d never had a mother, just him. Even with just each other her dad still managed to act like she didn’t exist. She didn’t need this Beckton bitch coming in and making things harder. All she wanted was to get away from him now. He’d succeeded and hit a nerve. Did he leave her? Ofcourse not. She made no effort to hide her displeasure at him following her in. ”Oh just help yourself why don’t you? It’s technically your house now too” she told him with bitter sarcasm. Snatching the bottle back she filled her glass and slammed down half the vodka in one go. Still not relaxed. Standing there in silence for a moment she calmed herself own before looking over at him and taking a different approach. ”Come on, be honest, you can’t possibly be happy about this either?” she asked, finally calmed down, ”Do you really want to be related to me?”. tag: kyle/kayla <3 word count: 541 outfit: hurr notes: love youuu.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #006699 solid; border-bottom: 10px #006699 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 600ish ( TAGGED ) SASHA/LAYLA ( STATUS ) COMPLETE not that hot implies that you still think I’m a little hot he smirked at her. don’t deny it, you know it’s true he grinned at her. he was loving the teasing banter they were having right now, it was fun to him and he would go on and on until he got bored of it, or until it annoyed him too much. He probably wouldn’t get too bored of it, since he was enjoying it way too much, seeing her face was a picture and it was just funny to make her angry, she was the type of girl that if he actually dated, he could never actually go out with her. he smirked at her Oh I remember you enjoyed it, you just don’t want to admit it he told her. you want to go on denying everything...and yes I was drunk too he smirked but right now, what you are saying, doesn’t add up he said. Okay so the next morning he couldn’t have gotten out of there fast enough, but right now he was enjoying winding her up way too much. She was too easy to get annoyed which he loved. Okay the fact that she was annoying, bitchy and spoilt was a disadvantage but he was sure to have some fun with this girl. He shrugged when she told him no one was asking him to stay. Well he was doing this for his mother, so he kind of wanted to stay just so he could say he met the girl, they didn’t get on, and blah blah blah. He didn’t expect his mother to say or do anything in particular, he just wanted to be able to tell her that he had tried. See with his mother, Kyle was a bit of a mommas boy. He would do anything for her, even if he hadn’t had the most stable upbringing, she was still the person who raised him and for that he would always be grateful, but like he would tell people that. He shook his head, moving closer to her as he listened to her go on. you are such a spoilt little brat, maybe this is one thing that you actually won’t get? How is that? he asked her maybe it will be a first he smirked at her. but hey, you don’t like change, I get it....it’ll be okay....things will work out in the end he said to her in an overly patronising voice. Well yes it is he said smugly and grinned at her. he had managed to pour his drink before she snatched it away from him so he downed it in one, like she had done. Okay so she had a good point, he wasn’t happy about it but his mother was, it was the happiest he had seen her in a long time. he wanted her to be happy, she deserved to be happy. He could tell this wasn’t one of her games, this was real. He sighed and looked at her no, I don’t want to be related to you he snapped at her but my mother is happy. I’m NOT happy about it but honestly my mum hasn’t been this happy in a while, and she is the only woman I fully trust, she at least deserves to be happy he shrugged. she may have had a few marriages but not as many as people make out, she just.....I don’t know but something is different about her he said I want my mom to be happy. I'm aware of how that sounds he shrugged but I guess we all have weaknesses. sorry this took so long lovely! ♥

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[sasha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #002436 8px solid; border-bottom: #002436 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/pattern3.gif);] [atrb=width,400] tales of love & hatred ”Kyle, Kyle, Kyle” Sasha droned with a roll of her eyes, ”Now that you’re stuck in Beverly Hills you’re going to have to realise that you’re surrounded by hot guys, so really, you’re nothing special” she reminded him with a bitchy smile, ”This is L.A baby, not whatever little hick town you’re from”. Did she even know where he was from? Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t recall her father mentioning where these new additions were actually from. Not that she would have been paying attention anyway or have really cared. In Sasha’s mind if you weren’t from L.A you were from nowhere. So Kyle was just a nobody from nowhere. God her father had poor taste. To make it a little more bareable she took comfort in the fact that she could get rid of them. Sasha was ruthless when faced with a challenge. Kyle thought she was bitchy, superficial and manipulative? Oh that boy had no idea. When she wanted something she could be so much worse. Some would question if she’d met her match. Kyle obviously irritated her and he knew all the right buttons to push but there was no way she’d let someone like him get the better of her. A brat? That was he best her could do? People that called people brats were just jealous that they didn’t have the world wrapped around their little finger. Sasha let out an equally patronising laugh, almost as if she was laughing at a new trick a small child was showing her. ”Oh a spoilt brat? That cut me deep” she told him sarcastically. ”Don’t underestimate me Kyle. I always get my way” she warned him. Sasha didn’t like people questioning her and she could tell that Kyle was alot like her. There were sure to be fireworks and she couldn’t wait. A little rivalry made life a hell of a lot more interesting. ”And nothing will be changing for me. You and your mum will be gone soon enough” she smiled. Getting rid of him was going to be harder than she thought. She couldn’t even have a drink by herself. Sipping on her drink she tuned him out as a new plan ran through her mind. Keep you enemies close. If she couldn’t beat Kyle, and let’s face it, it would be a challenge, she’d just join him. Listening to him she picked his weakness instantly. Mummy’s boy. He may have seemed all tough but from the way he spoke about her, Sasha could tell he’d do anything for her mother. For a split second she felt a pang of jealousy. She was sure if her mum was still around she’d feel the same way. Letting her face soften from the glare it was stuck in. Time to rope him in with a little fake sympathy and compassion. If she had Kyle on side maybe she could put an end to this thing quicker and he could have his mum all to himself and she could continue to work for her dads affections. ”You really love your mum, hey?” she asked with a very convincing tone of understanding and caring. Time for the performance of her life. ”Look If you’re really that concerned about your mother, you should probably know that my dad’s not the most reliable of guys” she sighed, speaking softly, ”I’m not saying he doesn’t love your mum or anything. Just that my dad gets bored with women really easily. You don’t won’t your mum to get hurt do you?” she asked while taking another sip of her drink, ”See why I think a stop needs to be put to this?”. It even shocked her how genuine she sounded. tag: kyle/kayla <3 word count: 640 outfit: hurr notes: love youuu.

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