[ONGOING]
"What would you do if I die?"
"Die."
"Oh you would die?" I mumble and he nods giving me a small smile.
"What would you do if I die?" He repeats my question.
"Live."
He frowns and I internally evil laugh at myself. That was a good one...
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♥*♡∞:｡.｡ ｡.｡:∞♡*♥ adelia
"Wow," A voice that I never heard before says.
"Oh, come on! Way to ruin the moment," the unfamiliar voices walk in.
"Who are you?" I question, my cheeks pink as Zeke rolls his eyes and walks away from me. Aw man.
"I'm Lyndon," the guy says, his dimples showing when he smiles. I think dimples are the cutest thing on the planet.
I also think you can bite them.
"Hi," I whispered softly, waving politely at him. I hopped off Zeke's desk when more men enter. Goodness, he has a lot of friends.
They all stand there. Not moving. Just staring at me.
Goodness, is it getting hot in here? It certainly is. All their eyes remain on me, then moving to Zekes and once again, back to mine.
I hold my breath fiddling with my hands. I despise myself for having a feeling they might criticise me like most people I met had done.
People love me.
Criticising me is the way of showing it. Sweet right?
Zeke must have noticed my behaviour as he finally spoke up.
"Thought I told you to stay down there until I came back," he says, crossing his arms. He leans on his desk, muscles flexing.
I need to burp.
"Who's this?" one of them asks simply and waves his hand at me.
"Your stepsister," I blurt.
"I found my twin!" Lyndon yells, rushing over to me. His arms squish my waist and I find it hard to breathe.
"A little looser or I might die," I tell him and he apologises, loosening his arms but still hugging me.
I feel Zeke's eyes on me. He probably got a good view of my undies since the dress lifted slightly. Would it be weird if I pick a wedgie?
Probably, so I won't do it.
The men seemed to not be shocked that Lyndon hugged a complete stranger.
Wait.
We are alike!
"I think that's enough," Zeke grumbles firmly. I notice Lyndon quickly removing his arms around my waist and walking backwards, nearly tripping.
I smile sweetly and ignore my thudding heart when I feel Zeke's hand on my lower back. Sometimes I have a feeling I might just pee, but like, not literally of course. Or maybe literally. I remember going to this waterpark once when I was six with dad and were waiting in line. I needed to go pee, like real bad.
