( There was no hiding the fact that this was his first time. Hands wrapped TIGHTLY around the rail of the boat, his head hanging over, staring straight down at the crystal blue water rush by—which OBVIOUSLY wasn’t helping, but where else was he going to let it out? )
❝ Did they even have Gatorade when youwere a kid ? ❞ ❝ Like.❞ ❝ All the different colors.❞ ❝ — ❞ ❝ I always see you looking at mine.❞ ❝ … ❞ ❝Does the red one look like blood, or something? ❞
“Really, pup..”
“Yes, there was Gatorade back then! Had just as much variety as there is today. I’m always looking at your Gatorade because every time you drink it, I just always wonder how in the hell can you drink it—it has such a MEDICINAL taste to it..”
“No where near the visual of blood, too dull and thin.”
“Dude, the family made you and Bella your own house for a reason—I don’t want to come out of my room at night and hear you and Bella going at it at three o’clock in the morning.. I don’t know who moans more, you or Bella, bro.”
( Of course, he was just teasing his brother—he HONESTLY didn’t care because he knew that there were plenty of times when Him and Rose literally had their moments nearly over every inch of the house. So therefore, he UNDERSTOOD. )
“I don’t know why, but I have this sudden urge to just play with your hair.”
( Did he just say that out loud? That sounded like something that his niece would have said to this dude, gosh he needed to stop hanging around her so much. But he had to admit, the dude’s hair did catch his eye. )
“Uhm, you’re.. i’m… what the hell is going on here?”
( He was literally lost for words, why did the male in front of him look so much like himself. Literally the only difference seemed to be a slight height difference and a different shade of hair color and some facial hair. He didn’t know if he should just attack or give the male a chance to explain—that’s if he even knew himself what was going on here.. )
