It Was All Sympathy and Simple Words of Nothingness
Twelve.
Within the four hours I was in my room trying to sleep, everyone tried to get me to come out. I responded by throwing things at the door and pulling a pillow over my head.
Danny still had his clothes in here, so chances were, he was still here.
Once I rolled off the bed again, I went into my bathroom and showered. I left my hair wet and pulled on some basket ball shorts and a tank top.
I opened my bedroom door and saw everyone sitting on the couches. Everyone being Jess, Mowglie, Danny, Sam, Andy, Cam, Ben, and James. The house was still a disgusting pig stye.
"Didn't I tell you the house better be clean?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
Mowglie and Jess jumped up and looked at me, nervous expressions on their faces.
"Well, we were-" Mowglie started. I cut her off.
"No. I said this house better be fucking clean," I said calmly.
"But the other guys-" I cut off Jess.
"Good, more help. I'm not touching a God damn thing. Clean this house, now," I said and went into the kitchen I cleaned when I woke up.
"Josie, we finished cleaning!" Ben yelled from inside, I was by the pool.
"Good, now take out the trash," I smirked and sipped at my fruity vodka drink.
Ben groaned and trudged back into the house. The door slammed open again and a shadow was cast over me. It was Danny.
"What?" I snapped.
"Nothin'," he smirked and sat on the chair next to me.
"Danny, I really don't want to fucking talk," I said and clenched my jaw.
Danny shrugged and laid back in the chair. "You're a good fuck."
"I know I am. But I'd rather not fuck you," I spat.
"The only reason I fucked you was out of sympathy," he smirked. "You needed to get laid."
"Excuse me?" I asked slowly.
"You were tight as hell, and it was radiating off of you," he had a look in his eye, I wasn't sure what it was.
"For your fucking info, I fucked at least three guys a week until you got here!" I yelled.
"Keep telling yourself that and come see me next time you're horny," he smirked, and with that he walked off.
Danny still had his clothes in here, so chances were, he was still here.
Once I rolled off the bed again, I went into my bathroom and showered. I left my hair wet and pulled on some basket ball shorts and a tank top.
I opened my bedroom door and saw everyone sitting on the couches. Everyone being Jess, Mowglie, Danny, Sam, Andy, Cam, Ben, and James. The house was still a disgusting pig stye.
"Didn't I tell you the house better be clean?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
Mowglie and Jess jumped up and looked at me, nervous expressions on their faces.
"Well, we were-" Mowglie started. I cut her off.
"No. I said this house better be fucking clean," I said calmly.
"But the other guys-" I cut off Jess.
"Good, more help. I'm not touching a God damn thing. Clean this house, now," I said and went into the kitchen I cleaned when I woke up.
"Josie, we finished cleaning!" Ben yelled from inside, I was by the pool.
"Good, now take out the trash," I smirked and sipped at my fruity vodka drink.
Ben groaned and trudged back into the house. The door slammed open again and a shadow was cast over me. It was Danny.
"What?" I snapped.
"Nothin'," he smirked and sat on the chair next to me.
"Danny, I really don't want to fucking talk," I said and clenched my jaw.
Danny shrugged and laid back in the chair. "You're a good fuck."
"I know I am. But I'd rather not fuck you," I spat.
"The only reason I fucked you was out of sympathy," he smirked. "You needed to get laid."
"Excuse me?" I asked slowly.
"You were tight as hell, and it was radiating off of you," he had a look in his eye, I wasn't sure what it was.
"For your fucking info, I fucked at least three guys a week until you got here!" I yelled.
"Keep telling yourself that and come see me next time you're horny," he smirked, and with that he walked off.
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This is short, sorry.I'm not updating until Sunday night, more than likely. Busy weekend ahead(;