#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...