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TRIGGER WARNING: racism (around the end, but there isn't any racist slang being used or anything, but either way, racism isn't okay! it still hurts, and if you don't wanna read it, then please skip ð)
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I'm shopping with fucking children," Adrian groans. "Dylan they're literally the same fucking thing!"
"No, this one is a lighter shade," Dylan argues and I nod along with him. "Look, the light hits this one different. The darker one brings out a more 'don't touch me' vibe while the lighter one brings out a 'I'm a fuckboy' vibes."
"Either way you're a dumbass."
"Bailey, Adrian's being mean!" Dylan whines, and I give him a hug while Dylan's pouting.
"Adrian, shame on you," I gasp, patting Dylan's back as his head is resting on my shoulder. "It's okay sweetie," I hush him like a mom. Or at least I think it's like a mom, but I wouldn't know.
Adrian's face looks like he's about to pitch a fit with the scowl he's wearing. "Aw, does this big bad baby want a hug too?" I speak in a baby voice, while Adrian blows away a strand of hair hanging over his forehead. I open my arms, and a few seconds later, Adrian gives me a hug.
Have I mentioned that his back muscles feel just as amazing as his arm muscles? No? Well, now you know. I could feel them all day. That sounded really wrong, and I need to bring my mind out of the gutters soon before God personally comes down here and drop kicks me to hell.
"Did that satisfy you?" I ask, my face buried in his chest.
"No, it didn't," He murmurs. I'm horny right now, so whatever other thought that comes to me at the moment, I'm going to ignore.
"What do you want?"
"If I told you what I want, you would take the gun out of my socks and shoot me with it."
"I highly doubt that. Tell me." I most probably don't want to hear what he wants, because I'm quite sure it would be something that would have to do with 'the deed'. Men are just like that.
"Kiss me."
"W-what?" Two words. Say less.
"I was just joking. I wanted to see your reaction," He smirks, and push him away.
"You complete ass! You flapdoodle! I hope you fucking die in the ditch you crawled out from like the crusty ass gopher you are! That was no matter to joke about, I thought you were being serious you fucking clown! I'm never going to hug you ever again! You just lost your Bailey Hug privileges, young sir."
"I thought you didn't want to kiss me." He cocks his head and I find that extremely hot. Goddamn!
"I don't."
"Then that solves the problem, doesn't it? You should be glad that I was joking."
Ugh! I hate it when people have a point. I'm the one who's supposed to be right here! Not him! Darn it!
"The third wheel needs your attention right now," Dylan starts, and we both glare at him. "Or not, the third wheel will just walk away."
"Get back over here, you non-third wheel!" I order as I elbow Adrian in the ribs just for joking around with me. And just to tell Adrian how wrong he was for that, I hug Dylan. "You deserve all the hugs, you non-third wheel. Adrian won't be getting any for the rest of his life."
I take hold of Dylan's hand and start to pull him towards another store. "Come on, Dylan. Let's go to a place where there are no clowns," I look pointedly at Adrian before disappearing into Macy's.
I honestly don't know what I'll do in Macy's but I'm just trying to piss off Adrian for the way he pissed me off. I notice him trailing along behind us, looking down at his feet instead of his usual proud swagger.
For a second, I feel a tug at my heart, but I ignore it.
"Ooh, this is a cute shirt, don't you think so Dill-Will?" I have to admit, that was a really bad nickname, but cringy nicknames are totally trendy these days.
"Sure thing, Jail-Bail," He winks and starts swinging his arm back and forth, which also happens to be the arm that I'm holding. To outside eyes, we might even look like a couple.
"Don't I get a nickname?" Adrian chimes in from behind.
"Of course you do! You get to be Adrian the Crusty Gopher Clown," I retort. You have no idea how my heart jumped when he said 'kiss me'. Because I really wanted to, and then it turns out he was joking.
I'm still very mad. "Ooh, Dylan, we should get matching outfits!"
"I totally agree with you there, Jail-Bail."
"Aw, Dill-Will."
"Aw, Jail-Bail."
"Dill-Will!"
"Jail-Bail!"
Are we ticking him off enough? I turn around to look at Adrian, who's now completely staring at his feet. Aw. No, not aw. He gotta apologize to me before we go anywhere else.
"Dylan, kis-" I start, but someone grabs my wrist.
"I'm sorry. Okay? I feel really bad."
"Oh look, Adrian the Crusty Gopher Clown can feel," I tease and then I smile at him. "It's okay. But you're still not getting a Bailey Hug."
"Is that really my nickname?" He asks, making my heart absolutely melt.
"No, it's not. I was just doing that to tick you off."
"Well it worked..." He mumbles, still staring at his feet.
"Your nickname is now Gopher."
"What the fuck?"
"It's short and sweet and to the point."
"I don't see how that matches me."
"You don't have to see how it matches you. The nickname is solely for my enjoyment, not yours." I pat his shoulder to comfort him, and to feel his muscles once more. "So, turns out that I don't really need anything in the store anyway."
"Excuse me, we're missing a diamond ring," An old lady walks over to us. She looks like she works here.
"Oh, sorry we haven't seen it," I reply, handing a sympathetic smile.
"No, one of you three stole it." Okay... either she has a really bad mental problem and needs to be taken to the hospital right away, or she just stereotyped us and accused us.
"We didn't steal anything," Dylan speaks up, his voice slightly angry. Wow, I've heard him angry at all. It sounds scary.
"What about him?" The old lady points at Adrian. I widen my eyes and raise my eyebrows in disbelief.
"Are you accusing him of stealing?" I ask incredulously.
"He looks like he would." Just because he has darker skin, tattoos and is wearing a D-bag shirt doesn't mean he would steal anything! Okay, sure, he steals people from their homes... yeah, but he wouldn't steal anything here!
"Excuse me!" I growl. "That's messed up! He wouldn't steal anything!" Debatable, but this lady doesn't know who he is so she has no right to judge him.
"I just need to check him."
"You better check every single person in this store if you're going to check him," Dylan adds, his jaws clenched. "How could you suspect him?"
"It's none of your business. I'm not accusing you, I'm just accusing him." I look over at Adrian, who's staring down at his feet again.
"Fuck you bitch!" I yell, glaring at her. "You have no right to accuse him of stealing anything! He wouldn't even step into your stupid ass store if I didn't ask him to. He's a fucking softie when you get to know him. Sure, he has his downsides, but he gives the best hugs, and is caring and... and... he's just awesome okay? The only thing he's capable of stealing is hearts! You have no right to judge him for anything!"
By now, people have surrounded us, and are recording this on their phones. The lady's ready to walk away, but I hear her mutter, "He should go back to his country."
My feet act before my brain can, and I storm towards her, and draw my fists back to punch her, but Adrian holds me back. "Let it go," Adrian tells me as he drags me out of the store.
"Adrian, if you truly are my friend then let me claw her face out!" I fight against his grip, but I've felt his muscles, and I most certainly haven't felt mine because they don't exist, and there's no way I can overpower this bitch.
Once we're out of the store, and a safe distance away from it, Adrian finally lets me go. "She was a racist ass rat! How could you just let her say things like that?"
"It's not my first time," He says. What the hell? This has happened before to him? I knew people were racist, but I didn't know Adrian Black, a mafia boss, would just let them say shit like that.
They should be six feet under by now.
"People are racist," He shrugs. "It can't hurt me anymore. It's already hurt me too much."
"You shouldn't let them say that."
"Anyway, thank you for standing up for me," He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. And then he does something he's never done before.
He smiles.
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a/n: fuck that racist bitch. just another karen ð and no, y'all. karen isn't racist. people of any race can be a karen as long as they meet the requirements of being entitled to themselves.
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