Remodeling and Pop Songs (Part 3)

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Crystal's POV
We were almost done painting but we were getting continuing to get slower in pace.
"We need some music to help us work better" Will beamed.
"Crys can you get my iPod from the top drawer of my dresser?" Nico asked.
"Yeah sure" I called and quickly went outside to retrieve the device.
I grabbed the sleek silver rectangle and hurried back inside, "What do you want me to play?" I asked Turing it on.
"It don't matter" my brother told me.
I scrolled through the playlists and found one called death metal, I selected it but instead of some screamo band Taylor swift's 'Shake It Off' blared out the speakers.
"Death metal huh?" I laughed.
"What no I have no idea why that's on there" Nico defended.
"I think it's cute you listen to pop" Will cooed.
"Whatever, I listen to pop just because I dress all dark doesn't mean I only like hard rock" Nico grumbled.
"Aw your cute when your angry" Will cried and wrapped his arms around Nico's waist.
"I'm not angry or cute'' he scolded the overly perky boy.
"Your right your not cute your adorable"
" I am not adorable I am death you should be beging me not to send you the underworld"
At that statement I was fighting the urge to laugh, once you knew him Nico was a softy it's hard to find him scary.

Will and I both looked at each other and nodded then preceded to drop our paint rulers and fake quiver at Nico's feet.
"we are eternally grateful to be in your presence lord Nico" I said almost laughing.
"you guys are idiots" Nico sighed shaking his head
"Oh you love us Lord Nico" Will teased drawing out the Lord part.
"More like I'm stuck with you" he murmured.
"what was that DeathBoy?"
"Lord Nico says that you slaves need to continue painting" He joked raising his voice.
"Yes my lord" Will and replied at the same time picking up our rollers and started to paint the last wall.
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So this one was shorter but I'll have another chapter posted later.
Peace Out
-Mandi

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