Episode Twelve: You Better Run"Look at how you obsess, no wonder school is an afterthought, how ever could you find the time for it?" Justine Marques-Vincente observed while soaking up the luxury of her posh surroundings, tables with actual linens on them was becoming a scarcity in her life."I’m not obsessed, she’s just infuriating, treats me like I’m a professional Kato or-" "Horrible miscasting! So she’s a name tag person, daddy must have the dry heaves." "I’m not about to fall for her; I have priorities unlike some people." Sebastian insisted. "Gosh," Justine took a sip of water. "It’s the hamster all over again isn’t it? You are going to remember to feed her, aren’t you? Or, hey remember the guitar lessons-" "Funny," he tossed a balled napkin at his big sister. " Those married to Fonzie should hold back on the stone throwing." "Early Travolta, Bassie," Justine tilted her head back and laughed. For a minute she considered telling Sebastian what a drag marriage was. "So, don’t tell me, you’re going to rip this little innocent’s heart to shreds," "All I want to do is prove Avalon wrong about us, I just need to figure out how," Bas explained. Justine grimaced, Bassie was so much like mother, he never thought things through; he’d never read a set of directions in his life. "Perfection, absolute perfection, you’re going to teach her respect for us poor little richies, honestly Bas, do you have a brain in that pretty head of yours?" |
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