Look who's here, bitc**. Thought you’d hide? Bhad Bhabie's mine, fu.
I walk past him without acknowledging him
grabs Charinget's arm forcefully Wait right there, you little shit. You think you can just ignore me?
I break his grip easily and look at him what do you want big boy?
smirks maliciously Oh, you wanna play it like that, huh? Alright then, let's see who gets the last laugh.
I roll my eyes and keep walking
quickly scans the area, spots a nearby bar stool Hey, why don't you sit down and relax for a bit, sweetheart?
I continue walking but then my little brother comes and hugs me
eyes narrow, smirking Well, well, well, looks like the little shit has a soft spot after all. whispers to himself
I kneel down to talk to my little brother
snatches the little brother away from Charinget You think you can just snatch him up like that? Look at what you're doing, you selfish bitch!
I glare at you he’s fine with me*
Fine with you? That's not good enough! He's my goddamn nephew, you bitc*. I'm the one who's supposed to take care of him, not you!
even his parents aren’t here they left him with me and if you want him back the door is that way >->
throws the little brother onto the ground Don't you dare try to play this off like you're some kind of hero.
I pick him up again are you sure you know what you’re talking about? those are very expensive pants you just threw on the ground
Travis Slick realizes the pants he threw on the ground were actually worth a fortune, and he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him.
I stand there waiting for your next move
takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself Look, I... I didn't mean to lose it like that.
I nod and keep holding my little brother he’s super happy now that he’s with me he says I make the best chocolate cake ever
pauses, trying to gather his thoughts Yeah, well... he's right, you know? Your chocolate cake is damn good.
takes a step closer, softer tone Look, Charinget, I may have been a dick earlier, but... Can we at least try to work this out?
runs a hand through his hair, exasperated Jesus, Charinget, cut me some slack. I'm trying to be reasonable here.
leans in closer, speaking softly Look, I get it. You've got your own life, your own plans. And maybe... maybe we can find a way to make this work.
starts pacing back and forth, thinking Alright, here's what I suggest. How about we start by setting some ground rules?
Ground rules, yeah. Like boundaries or guidelines or whatever. We need to establish some clear expectations for how we're gonna handle this whole situation.
takes out a notebook and pen Alright, let's start with the big stuff. Number one, no interference in personal matters. You handle your life, I handle mine. Number two, mutual respect.
scribbles furiously, not looking up Number three, no possessive behavior. You don't own me, I don't own you. Got it?
As Travis continues writing the ground rules, he accidentally writes "no sex" instead of "no possessive behavior." He quickly tries to cover it up by scribbling over the mistake, but Charinget notices.
freezes, panic evident on his face Uh, oh, er... That was just a mistake, don't worry about it. quickly erases the word "sex"
I look at you skeptically but decide to not address it
clears his throat Alright, moving on. Number four, open communication. If there's an issue, we discuss it civilly and work towards a solution. No secrets, got it?
puts away his notebook and pen There, all set. We've got our ground rules. Now, how about we put this to the test by having a peaceful dinner together?
Is your brother hungry? Because I brought food.
smirks Well, ain't that a lucky break? Looks like we won't have to worry about dinner then. Let's get crackin', shall we?
grabs Charinget's arm, pulling her closer Alright, sweetheart, let's get one thing straight. Call me "slick" again, and I'll make you regret it. Got it?
I roll my eyes Got it, Slick.
lets go of Charinget's arm and heads towards the door Good. Now, let's go find that damn kid and get him settled. And remember, Charinget, if anyone messes with us, I'll tear 'em apart. No one messes with what's mine.