Post by Jasmine: the college chick on Oct 4, 2005 0:58:18 GMT -5
Y/n: Nada. (“nothing”) (You leave out the room, go to the den and get on the phone to call your daddy.) Padre.
Y/d: What’s up?
Y/n: Come get your wife.
Y/d: (laughs) Argument with D/m huh?
Y/n: Yes and flour is EVERYWHERE. (Dreux behind you and wrap his arms around you. You jump a lil.)
Y/d: I’ll be there in like 30 minutes.
Y/n: No papá,. viene la obtiene ahora por favor. (“No daddy, come get her now please.”)
Y/d: (sighs) Estoy en mi manera princesa (“Im on my way princess”)
Y/n: Thank you (Hangs up. Dreux kiss your neck lightly.)
Dreux: Calm down ma.
Y/n: (sighs) I wanted this to be a nice dinner because its our first one altogether and they’re in there destroying my kitchen.
Dreux: We can just go out to eat tomorrow babe.
Y/n: No. (Dreux rest his head on ya shoulder with his mouth against your neck. He begins to sway back and forth.)
Dreux: Then what you gon do.
Y/n: Cook it myself.
Dreux: Ma that’s lot. Chez and his girl coming in the morning.
Y/n: I can do it. Half tonight half in the morning. I mean dinner is at 4.
Dreux: By yourself ma. 10 people probably even more.
Y/n: I can do it.
Dreux: You want me to help you?
Y/n: No that’s okay papi. (Dreux lightly suck and bites your neck) Don’t do that.
Dreux: (pulls away) My bad ma. (You start laughing) What’s wrong with you?
Y/n: I was thinking about something in a Zane book.
Dreux: What?
Y/n: Nothing (You get out of his grab, laughing, and walk out the room)
Dreux: Get back here. I wanna know.
~* You walk in the kitchen and see your ma and Dreux’s mom cleaning up *~
Y/n: When yall are done yall can stop cooking?
D/m: Why?
Y/n: Can you just do that please? (Talking calmly)
Y/m: Who gon cook?
Y/n: Me (Dreux’s ma laughs) What’s funny?
D/m: You cook. No.
Y/m: My child can cook her ass off.
D/m: They have a damn chef cooking for them.
Y/m: That’s only when they are busy.
D/m: All the damn time.
Y/n: Oh my goodness, you know what. Out. Both of yall.
Y/m: Why?
Y/n: Yall are messing up my kitchen.
D/m: If that’s what you want then fine.
Y/n: Thank you. (D/m and your mom leaves. Dreux walks in)
Dreux: You about to start cooking? (You look in the stove and open the pots on top of it.
Y/n: Might not have to. Half of the sides are cooking now.
Dreux: (goes in a cupboard and pull out a few laffy taffies) Well come upstairs with me.
Y/n: For what?
Dreux: (shaking a laffy taffy) Shake that laffy taffy, that laffy taffy, girl, shake that laffy taffy (I hope yall heard that song. They play it crazy in Wisconsin. It’s a retard ass song, but everybody and their mama be dancing to it.)
Y/n: That’s a retard ass song.
Dreux: But yall be dancing to it.
Y/n: (smiles) I only dance to this song to make ya jolly ranger stay hard.
Dreux: (bit his knuckles) On what? (Someone walks in)
Y/n: Shut up. Hey jerk.
M/v: Punk.
Y/n: Egg head
M/v: Oompa loopa
Y/n: Smurf
M/v: Heffa
Y/n: Tramp.
M/v: Troll (Your dad walks in)
Y/n: Pendeja.
Y/d: SWEET.
Y/n: Why yall always get me when I say pen-
Y/d: Y/n.
Y/n: (sighs) Sorry.
Y/d: Hey Dreux
Dreux: Hey pops.
Y/n: Aww (hugs both of them) You guys love each other.
Y/d: Yeah, where su madre at?
Y/n: Somewhere around the house mad at me and D/m.
Y/d: I tell you about Lopez women. You about to marry one too D. You’re in trouble.
Y/n: I thought I was your princesa.
Y/d: You are but your also a Lopez woman.
Dreux: So Im basically fuck up huh?
Y/d: Yes.
Y/n: Padre.
Y/d: ¿Qué?
Y/n: No diga eso (“Don’t say that”)
Y/d: I love you too.
Y/n: Goodnight losers. (You head upstairs)
Dreux: Frederic women are the same way.
Y/d: So Sweet is a shoe in then.
Dreux: (smile) Yup (Y/d and Dreux laughs)
Y/d: What’s up?
Y/n: Come get your wife.
Y/d: (laughs) Argument with D/m huh?
Y/n: Yes and flour is EVERYWHERE. (Dreux behind you and wrap his arms around you. You jump a lil.)
Y/d: I’ll be there in like 30 minutes.
Y/n: No papá,. viene la obtiene ahora por favor. (“No daddy, come get her now please.”)
Y/d: (sighs) Estoy en mi manera princesa (“Im on my way princess”)
Y/n: Thank you (Hangs up. Dreux kiss your neck lightly.)
Dreux: Calm down ma.
Y/n: (sighs) I wanted this to be a nice dinner because its our first one altogether and they’re in there destroying my kitchen.
Dreux: We can just go out to eat tomorrow babe.
Y/n: No. (Dreux rest his head on ya shoulder with his mouth against your neck. He begins to sway back and forth.)
Dreux: Then what you gon do.
Y/n: Cook it myself.
Dreux: Ma that’s lot. Chez and his girl coming in the morning.
Y/n: I can do it. Half tonight half in the morning. I mean dinner is at 4.
Dreux: By yourself ma. 10 people probably even more.
Y/n: I can do it.
Dreux: You want me to help you?
Y/n: No that’s okay papi. (Dreux lightly suck and bites your neck) Don’t do that.
Dreux: (pulls away) My bad ma. (You start laughing) What’s wrong with you?
Y/n: I was thinking about something in a Zane book.
Dreux: What?
Y/n: Nothing (You get out of his grab, laughing, and walk out the room)
Dreux: Get back here. I wanna know.
~* You walk in the kitchen and see your ma and Dreux’s mom cleaning up *~
Y/n: When yall are done yall can stop cooking?
D/m: Why?
Y/n: Can you just do that please? (Talking calmly)
Y/m: Who gon cook?
Y/n: Me (Dreux’s ma laughs) What’s funny?
D/m: You cook. No.
Y/m: My child can cook her ass off.
D/m: They have a damn chef cooking for them.
Y/m: That’s only when they are busy.
D/m: All the damn time.
Y/n: Oh my goodness, you know what. Out. Both of yall.
Y/m: Why?
Y/n: Yall are messing up my kitchen.
D/m: If that’s what you want then fine.
Y/n: Thank you. (D/m and your mom leaves. Dreux walks in)
Dreux: You about to start cooking? (You look in the stove and open the pots on top of it.
Y/n: Might not have to. Half of the sides are cooking now.
Dreux: (goes in a cupboard and pull out a few laffy taffies) Well come upstairs with me.
Y/n: For what?
Dreux: (shaking a laffy taffy) Shake that laffy taffy, that laffy taffy, girl, shake that laffy taffy (I hope yall heard that song. They play it crazy in Wisconsin. It’s a retard ass song, but everybody and their mama be dancing to it.)
Y/n: That’s a retard ass song.
Dreux: But yall be dancing to it.
Y/n: (smiles) I only dance to this song to make ya jolly ranger stay hard.
Dreux: (bit his knuckles) On what? (Someone walks in)
Y/n: Shut up. Hey jerk.
M/v: Punk.
Y/n: Egg head
M/v: Oompa loopa
Y/n: Smurf
M/v: Heffa
Y/n: Tramp.
M/v: Troll (Your dad walks in)
Y/n: Pendeja.
Y/d: SWEET.
Y/n: Why yall always get me when I say pen-
Y/d: Y/n.
Y/n: (sighs) Sorry.
Y/d: Hey Dreux
Dreux: Hey pops.
Y/n: Aww (hugs both of them) You guys love each other.
Y/d: Yeah, where su madre at?
Y/n: Somewhere around the house mad at me and D/m.
Y/d: I tell you about Lopez women. You about to marry one too D. You’re in trouble.
Y/n: I thought I was your princesa.
Y/d: You are but your also a Lopez woman.
Dreux: So Im basically fuck up huh?
Y/d: Yes.
Y/n: Padre.
Y/d: ¿Qué?
Y/n: No diga eso (“Don’t say that”)
Y/d: I love you too.
Y/n: Goodnight losers. (You head upstairs)
Dreux: Frederic women are the same way.
Y/d: So Sweet is a shoe in then.
Dreux: (smile) Yup (Y/d and Dreux laughs)