Chapter 9: Chapter9

#Chapter9

Guess who?

Presley

I made a cup of coffee when I heard pounding on the door. Who the hell is here at eight in the morning? I answered the door and saw my grandpa, uncles, and aunts standing there.

Nixon looked at me. /"It’s about damn time someone answered the door. Thanks to these two twits, I’m missing my beauty sleep,/" he said, pointing at Nolan and Luna.

/"Eh, you’re still ugly,/" Nathan said, walking past Nixon.

/"You should know,/" Nixon retorted.

/"Truth hurts, doesn’t it?/" Noah asked Nixon.

/"You mean like your quick shooting? Did you learn control yet, or do you get a case of blue balls often?/" Nixon asked Noah.

Noah glared at Nixon.

/"Remind me to buy you a cake,/" Nixon told Noah.

/"Coming from the guy who prays to keep it up. Good luck, brother,/" Nolan commented, patting Nixon’s shoulder. Nixon smacked Nolan, and Grandpa separated them.