
Travis' POV "But dad c'mon, i'm not a kid anymore. Why do i have to come with you?" I yelled at my dad who was walking around the house. He has this thing... Well let's say, he can't stay still for one damn second and talk to HIS SON! "No but's mister you're coming" he closed the door of his office in my face. "Yeah love you too dad" I hate him. He acts like i'm one of his messed up druggies instead of his son. Ever since he became part of the LA PD all he cares about is work. It's work this and work that and...Ouch! And that was a door in my face. "What are you doing there on the floor?" my dad asked. What a stupid question is that. "Nothing i'm just chillin here" he sighed, stepped over me and walked downstairs. I hate him. I got up and walked to my room. I don't need him, i don't need anybody. I'm good on my own. So stupid, so... WTH? "Lucy!" I held me hand against my heart "Are you trying to give a heartattack?" She shook her head and closed the door behind her. "Bad consience?" she smirked. "Not yet" I said with the same smirk on my face. "Whatever bro, i'm not scared of you. So what did dad want from you?" I groaned "He wants me at the office, he said and i quote" i lowered my voice and mocked my dad "It helps to calm your ego" Lucy began to laugh. I pointed to her and to the door. She sighed and walked outside. [End Of POV] "I have pink, yellow, lime green, purple and red. Why did I need to bring paint?" Vicky asked as she put the bag full of paint bottles down <b>...</b>
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