Chapter 38

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December 1st

Mylenah's POV

Last night was wonderful, Rebecca took me to a nice dinner, it was wonderful because it was a play, done by real people, and they served you food an drinks while watching the play.

Rebecca looked so beautiful last night, I'm actually so happy I got kidnapped. I know that's a horrible thing to say considering my parents are dead, but I mean... I said they were great people, but they didn't really notice me. Well they did. But they ignored me.

Jumping out of bed I remember I am in Rebecca's room I look around the red painted walls and look to see where she is. I can't seem to find her.

So I open the door to the bathroom and I see her in the bath tub taking a bubble bath.

Suddenly I cover my eyes and she giggles. "Nothing you haven't seen before," she says and then begins to stand up from laying in the bath and there is soap all running down her legs.

"Wanna join?" She asks me smirking.

"Can I just take a shower?" I ask her nicely. I don't really wanna have a shower with her right now. I just want to think.

"Are you okay?" She asks me and steps forward.

I nod and then grab a towel from the cupboard and pass it to her.

She wraps it around herself and then kisses me and the leaves the bathroom.

I take off my t-shirt and underwear and step into the shower after draining the water that was once in there.

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"CAN WE GO CUT DOWN A TREE AND THEN SET IT UP?" I ask everyone when I step into the kitchen.

"OMG." Jonathan says. "YES." He says and comes over to me and we start jumping up and down really happy like.

"You guys are way to excited for Christmas" Tommy says as he walks Into the kitchen.

"Guess who's not getting a present from me." I tell him.

"Oooooo," Is all I can hear from everyone.

"She just got sassy with you man," Jimmy says to Tommy and then goes to kiss Jonathan.

"Ew," everyone says as they kiss.

"Suck my dick," Jimmy says.

"That's my job," Jonathan says.

"Too much information." I say.

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