"You think?" Seb agreed.
"Hey," I put a hand on my hip. "I'm the smartass here don't even think I'm stealing my title."
"HA!" Seb snorted, "If your the smartass what am I?" he raised an eyebrow.
"My sugar daddy what else?" I put my hands up.
"Sure," Seb rolled his eyes smiling.
"Sugar daddy is a good title," I teased. "I mean I wouldn't mind being one."
"You would be the worst dugar daddy alive!" Seb laughed out loud.
"Yeah right!" I hit him lightly. "And what makes you think that?" I smirked.
"Your cheap," Seb smirked.
"ME? cheap?" I snorted. "YEAH RIGHT!"
"Says the one that bargains like mad man," Seb rolled his eyes. "You sound like my dad.."
"What are you trying to say? That I'm old or cheap?" I glared at him.
"Both answers seem tempting, but-"
"Cut the crap," I cut in. "What are you here for? WHY are you here? and if it involves being pregnant again SCREW YO-"
"No, no." Seb nodded his head. "I assure you, you don't have to fake being pregnant."
"Okay," I huffed. "Then what?" I crossed my arms together.
"I have another mission for you," Seb sighed.
"Is this going to take awhile? because I don't want any of my family members seeing you?"
"Does your door have a lock?" Seb asked.
"Yeah."
"Then go lock it," Seb snorted rolling his eyes.
"It's my room i can do whatever I want," I blushed from my stupidity. "You better hurry the hell up." I murmured walking over to my door locking it.
"So this is the one and only Nirvana's room," Seb muttered walking casually inside my room.
"Yeah and?" I frowned walking over to my bed.
"It's.. coozy."
"All black everything!" I sighed admiring my purple and black room.
"You weren't kidding when you said you like Nirvana?" Seb walked over to one of my many posters.
"Yeah I also like Kings of Leon, Metric, some classic R&B... etc" I sighed laying on my bed. "Whatever sounds good in my ears goes into my ipod."
"I've met Kaleb multiple of times," Seb sighed. "I practically know all there songs by heart."
"NO WAY!" I gasped getting up quickly. "YOU MET THEM?"
"Well no duh," Seb smiled.
"Oh yeah your spoiled," I said.
"You know revelry?"
"What a night for dance you know I'm a dancing machine!" I shot right up. "With the fire in my bones and the sweet taste of kerosene!" I sang.
"My favourite song," Seb smiled.
"Mine too!" I grinned.
"So you can dance?" Seb grinned putting his hands into his pocket.
"I can't dance for my life."
"What?" Seb laughed lightly. "Did you see yourself when you were drunk!"
"Well that was when I was drunk," I frowned at him.
"Here let me show you," Seb extended his hand out to me.