He's such a cocky shit.

I can't stand it. My mother loves it.

My angry thoughts were cut off by a knock at the door.

I stomped over and opened it.

It was Marshall.

Yay!

"Hey" He smiled.

Suddenly Jake barged in. "Hey!" He smiled.

Marshall looked like he was uncomfortable.

Probably because Jake walks around in his boxers. Constantly.

"Im Jake" He said and stuck out his hand.

"Marshall" He said and shook his hand.

After that big disaster we walked upstairs.

I plopped on the bed and lied down.

"Your dad is hot."

"EXCUSE ME!?"

He giggled.

"He is!"

"Hes not my dad! And he's not hot!"

"Yes he is!"

"Wait you like guys?"

"Yep. Oops."

I laugh.

That gave me a giddy feeling.

My door opened and of course Jake was there.

"Hey Bonnie, I spilled stuff on myself. Can you throw me that towel?"

Marshall was blushing. Oh my gosh.

I leaned over and grabbed it.

I threw him the towel.

He had water all over him...

Marshall looked like he was going to cum in his pants. Jesus.

Jake turned and walked out.

"What the hell Marshall."

He giggled uncontrollably.