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Did I just friendzone Adrian Black? Did I? Yes. Yes I did. Do I like it when he looks at me like an excited but also disappointed puppy? Absolutely. But do I want him in my friendzone?
No, I do not.
But right now, I'm just happy that I made a new friend. Dylan is amazing once he gets past his cringy pick up lines and gives up on having kids with me. Because I'd much rather have kids with Adrian... hold up. What?
I should get my hormones under control because I'm quite sure Adrian Black doesn't feel horny around me.
"Anyway, so I went inside the store and it turns out they were completely out of shampoo. So I bought my mom some dog shampoo instead, and she still hasn't noticed. But it do be hitting her hair differently though," Dylan explains. "Do you have any funny stories at the store?"
"Well..." Not really, I have literally no funny stories for him to hear. I used to work in a grocery store, and an art supply store. Nothing interesting happens there, and when I got to buy things they're usually for myself and they're the bare necessities. Of course, I bought cigarettes and beer for my dad, but there is no way in hell a funny story would come up there. "Once I saw a hairy dog?"
"That's not funny..." He scrunches his nose. "But that's okay. You and I can make a lot more funny memories together. How about I take you shopping right now?" Adrian glares at him. "As a friend of course."
"Only if that jerk comes along," I tell Dylan, gesturing to Adrian.
"I have other things to do." Me and Dylan both give him puppy eyes and his shoulders slump. "Fine," He grumbles and I cheer. "But not right now, Bailey has to see a doctor."
"What happened? Did you get hurt? Did this fucker hurt you?" Dylan questions.
"I had a panic attack," I mumble. "So Adrian thought it'd be amazing to call a doctor. I mean, really? If that doctor asks me to rest, then I'm going to sue."
"Why won't you rest?"
"Because I've been in fucking bed for the past month and half. I was in a coma for the first month actually... and the next two weeks were that ass's fault," I gesture to Adrian Black.
"Damn, I'm sorry. Did you guys have sex for two weeks straight or something...?" Wait. Where is Dylan's mind?
"What?!" Adrian exclaims.
"No! He broke my ribs!" I quickly tell Dylan, trying to shoo away any more dirty thoughts that are lingering in his mind. Probably impossible though.
"So... no sex?"
"No!"
Before he's ready to ask something else, the doorbell rings. "I got it!" Dylan shoots up from his seat and runs towards the door. "Hey, it's a cute lady in a nurse costume."
"I'm actually a doctor," The lady replies in a dark tone. Then she turns to Adrian Black. "D-did you call?"
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"I can deal with the medication, but you suggest rest and I'll put you to permanent rest!" I snarl, and the doctor looks up at Adrian. He turns to the wall, and begins to admire it as if it's some sort of art. Please.
"But you need to give your brain a rest."
"Sure, I'll do no hard thinking, but you tell me stay in bed, and I'll sue."
"You can't do that..." She mumbles, mostly likely understanding that I'm in power right now. That's right. "Fine, you don't have to stay in bed or anything. But please don't exhaust your mental stability."
"Okay, doc. Now please leave me alone," I tell her. Good gracious, I hate everything right now. All I want to do right now is go shopping with my two friends, Adrian and Dylan.
"Okay... well, I hope you feel better. And bye," She states, and scurries out of the door.
"Thank you!" I call after her, because it's rude not to show gratitude. "Now can we go shopping?" I ask Adrian and Dylan. Dylan nods eagerly, while Adrian shrugs.
"Do you want to drive, Bailey?" Dylan offers.
"No!" Adrian shouts, taking the keys from Dylan's hand. "No, not her. You drive."
"I thought you didn't trust me behind the wheel?"
"I trust you more than her," Adrian tells him as we walk out of the mansion. There are some of Adrian Black's men waiting outside and Adrian tells them to keep an eye on the mansion.
I climb into the passenger seat of the car just as Adrian approaches the passenger seat. "Sorry, it's taken," I give him a sweet smile. "Go sit in the back."
"I don't sit in the back," He huffs, crossing his arms. He's wearing a D-bag top, making him look more reckless than usual, and black ripped jeans. His tattoos are more visible on his arms and I find that extremely hot.
And can we just talk about how much muscle he has on his arms? Damn, he is a hundred percent man. And his darker shade of skin tone makes him look hotter. His dark brown hair looks wild but at the same time, neat.
"Too bad, I'm already here."
"Mierda. Get the fuck out."
"Don't curse at me in languages I don't know!"
"Can't forget my mother tongue, can I?" His eyes slightly flicker with an emotion that looked a lot like sadness, but I'm not sure, it was just for a millisecond.
"What language was that anyway?"
i"Español." Goddamn, a bilingual man. Am I drooling? Please someone wipe it before I create a pool or make a fool of myself.
He opens his arms, almost like he wants a hug. And like an excited puppy, I shoot out of my seat and hug him. But he quickly spins around and plops down on the passenger. "You can't do that!" I yell.
"No."
"Fuck you!"
"No."
I grumble something to myself and take a seat in the back with a huff. This whole time, Dylan stares at us like we're from the zoo. "You're such a cute couple."
"Drive before you're six feet under," Adrian groans. Dylan wiggles his eyebrows at me and I roll my eyes, hiding behind my hair to keep him from seeing a stupid blush forming on my stupid face.
Luckily, Dylan's car isn't black or white. It's red, which means no idiot's going to follow us around and begin to shoot at us. "Are you sure I'm not third wheeling?" Dylan asks us.
"Do you have a death wish?" Adrian snarls. Whoa, why do I find that hot? I'm seriously losing my mind. Lord, help me.
"Do you want to be the third wheel here?" Dylan retorts.
"No..." Adrian stops talking and instead turns up the music. I honestly don't know what song is playing, but I like it so it's all good. I lean forward in my seat and tug on Adrian's hair. He simply ignores it, so I tug on it harder.
"Stop that," He hisses, leaning forward so his head is out of my reach.
"I was just testing if you're wearing a wig. You're too hot to be real. I wasn't supposed to say that. Please make me stop talking. I don't know, kiss me or something. No, don't do that. I'm losing my mind, please throw me out the window before we all need to drown in holy water."
"I have something better. We're here!" Dylan does cute little jazz hands. I let out a sigh of relief and climb out of the car. Adrian does the same, and then he turns to me.
Is it bad that I want to touch his arms, and feel his muscles? "Kiss you or something?" He raises an eyebrow.
"I'm high."
"Please don't tell me you found more drugs..." He starts. Wait, does he literally think I'm high? "I swear, I didn't know they were hidden there. We usually give up playing halfway, so we never end up finding the cocaine..."
"I was just joking!" I laugh. "You're adorable." More like hot, but he doesn't need to know that.
"You're a crackhead."
"And you know it," I wink, clicking my tongue. Should I? Good, it looks so tempting... "Can I... feel your muscles?" I ask, pointing to his arm.
I think he laughed. But I can't be too sure, he didn't even smile, but it sounded like a laugh. He holds out his arm, and I feel his biceps. Oh mama, he's built.
"Ehem. I think I'm most certainly third wheeling," Dylan grumbles. "Can we go yet, are you going to get down and dirty in the parking lot?"
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a/n: aww, adrian's a softie. do you think dylan is a third wheel right now?
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