Her eyebrows shot up. "It's like I'm looking in a damn mirror. But my reflection has a lot more eyeliner than I usually wear."
"I take it this is the girl?" He raised an eyebrow, inspecting everything, her clothes, her look, her everything, "What's your name punk?"
"Okay, first off bitch, my name is Belle. Secondly, I know you're an asshole but bring it down a few notches. It's not 2005 anymore."
Lillian grinned, "This is going to be fun. Also in your text, act like your literally dying. Give him no context."
"Perfect! This is going to be fun," he thought, "First, I need Cooper and Neal out of the house,"
Lillian grinned, "This is going to be fun. Also in your text, act like your literally dying. Give him no context."
"Perfect! This is going to be fun," he thought, "First, I need Cooper and Neal out of the house,"
"Yes, but how is the question?"
"Okay, first off bitch, my name is Belle. Secondly, I know you're an asshole but bring it down a few notches. It's not 2005 anymore."
Dalton nodded, "I approve," Ryan just laughed, "This is my fiancee Belle, Belle this is Dalton Lockwood."
"Yeah… She got that dipshit,"
(Oh shit my dad wants to talk PRAY FOR ME.)
"I have a feeling I'm gonna like this guy." She laughed.
(Oh no… Good luck.)
(Laughs my dad doesn't want to talk to me… Also I am happy no ones dad wants to talk to me)
(Lol)
"I have a feeling I'm gonna like this guy." She laughed.
Dalton shot her a smile and winked. Ryan groaned, "What happened to you being a more innocent clean prep boy who gelled his hair and acted with poise and respect?"
"I said fuck that… My parents were assholes for making me do that for so long. You keep sitting up straight and using manners Lerman, I'll keep doing this,"
"Yes, but how is the question?"
"I ask them to leave. They respect practical jokes,"
"Oh, that's good. Some people don't."
"Typical romance movie bad boy who?" She giggled. "I'm sorry but there are too many similarities."
"Typical romance movie bad boy who?" She giggled. "I'm sorry but there are too many similarities."
"I am far from cliche babe," he looked around the house, "Everything is still so… bright? Yeah, bright. Why don't you ever redecorate?"
"Oh, that's good. Some people don't."
"When are we doing this? Now?"
"Yep, definitely the typical cliche. Not surprising." She'd met so many bad boys in her life they all kind of just melted together.
"Now would be a good time don't you think?" Lillian had a little grin on her face. She knew under this change of clothes her damn body was crusted in blood.
"Yep, definitely the typical cliche. Not surprising." She'd met so many bad boys in her life they all kind of just melted together.
"You've known me for approximately, 34 seconds, and you still think… You know what, shh Belle," he turned to Ryan, "I talked to the guys and I am now in charge of your bachelor party," "Dalton no. Belle said tha–" "Too late my man, it's your last night of freedom so she," he twisted around to point at Belle, "Has no say,"
"Now would be a good time don't you think?" Lillian had a little grin on her face. She knew under this change of clothes her damn body was crusted in blood.
"Let's go then!" he smiled, "Step one, get brothers to leave, step two, text Ryan. Step three, set up… Good?"
"Oh okay and when he ends up with a knife through his throat because of something you planned, it's all on you." She shrugged.
"Oh okay and when he ends up with a knife through his throat because of something you planned, it's all on you." She shrugged.
"Wow, brutal, you think I'm that dangerous. I was thinking something a little sexier than death," Dalton laughed, "But mmmk,"
"No I meant if you force him into something I don't like, he's ending up with a knife through his throat that I put there. Fuck you, call me possessive, I don't care."
"Great!" Lillian got off of him and stood up. She offered a hand to him so he could get up easier.
(I kinda want Dalton and Belle to have a love-hate friendship… Is that wrong?)
"No I meant if you force him into something I don't like, he's ending up with a knife through his throat that I put there. Fuck you, call me possessive, I don't care."
"Then looks like you don't get to know," he smiled like he was joking but something in his tone said he wasn't.
(Nah I'm kind of loving that idea.)
"Try me." She smirked, her voice teasing.
(Ughhhh I don't want the weekend to go but 6 A.M. is gonna kill me so Imma go to sleep before my parents start yelling. Night guys!)
"Great!" Lillian got off of him and stood up. She offered a hand to him so he could get up easier.
He took the hand happily, "Let's go!" he walked up the stairs to confront his brothers who left after he explained his plan.
(Night Jacks!)
(I am going to bed too because… 4 AM on a Monday…)