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"When the pimps in the crib ma, drop it like it's hot," I giggled like a drunk woman and nudged Pete with my elbow as I folded more towels from the dryer.
"What?" he asked in an innocent way. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Just...that was random," Pete smirked.
"Like you don't have your random songs," I bit my lip and laughed a little more.
"Oh we're silly boys, with secret girls," he scrunched up his nose and shook his head, holding a t-shirt out in font of him.
"You listened to that crap?" he asked and I laughed.
"Why, yes, yes I did," Pete shook his head and folded the t-shirt as I took another towel and put it on the stack.
And then he whistled.
I turned to see Pete holding a pair of rather raunchy looking underwear, something that popped right out of one of Panic's videos. He wiggled his eyebrows and I snatched them, putting it in the 'unmentionables' pile of the laundry room. Pete nudged me.
"How come I've never seen those?" I rolled my eyes.
"It's for special occasions," Pete pouted.
"We've had plenty of those," I turned to him with the towels in my arms and bumped hips with him.
"Yeah, but I was saving them for the big move," Pete widened his eyes and smiled turning to watch me walk up the stairs.
"So tomorrow night?" I smiled and shrugged.
"Tomorrow night,"
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One of those personalized ring tones rang through the house as I ran down the stairs giggling, Pete following with his shirt un-buttoned. I sighed and looked down at the caller ID before answering it.
"Hey bitch, but before you ask, we're out of peanuts..."
"What?" he asked in an innocent way. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Just...that was random," Pete smirked.
"Like you don't have your random songs," I bit my lip and laughed a little more.
"Oh we're silly boys, with secret girls," he scrunched up his nose and shook his head, holding a t-shirt out in font of him.
"You listened to that crap?" he asked and I laughed.
"Why, yes, yes I did," Pete shook his head and folded the t-shirt as I took another towel and put it on the stack.
And then he whistled.
I turned to see Pete holding a pair of rather raunchy looking underwear, something that popped right out of one of Panic's videos. He wiggled his eyebrows and I snatched them, putting it in the 'unmentionables' pile of the laundry room. Pete nudged me.
"How come I've never seen those?" I rolled my eyes.
"It's for special occasions," Pete pouted.
"We've had plenty of those," I turned to him with the towels in my arms and bumped hips with him.
"Yeah, but I was saving them for the big move," Pete widened his eyes and smiled turning to watch me walk up the stairs.
"So tomorrow night?" I smiled and shrugged.
"Tomorrow night,"
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One of those personalized ring tones rang through the house as I ran down the stairs giggling, Pete following with his shirt un-buttoned. I sighed and looked down at the caller ID before answering it.
"Hey bitch, but before you ask, we're out of peanuts..."
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