#Chapter613
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.
