Thalia Kennedy is a positive ball of sunshine, she likes dirty jokes and smiling whenever. When she meets a man, the complete opposite of her she immediately takes a liking to him and wants to be the one to teach him how to enjoy the little things i...
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There are two kinds of people in this world, problem makers and problem solvers. And I am both. But as of this current moment I will try to be a problem solver.
Hopefully neither of the boys will be too pissed off when they find out I sneakily invited them both to Heaths house, well I didn't invite Heath cause he lives here but the point is neither of them knew that the other would be here.
I thought for some reason this would be a better idea but hearing the two of them bickering isn't proving to that idea.
"I never ask you to help me though." Heath stands up first, going on about whatever it is they were mad about.
"That's the point exactly. You never ask but I still help. I'm not just going to leave my friend helpless when I know I can do something." Duke stands up too and I stand in the middle of it, watching them argue.
"You don't have to. So that's on you." Heath points his finger at him, is that how I look when I do it? I definitely don't look as hot as he does when he does it.
"Don't point your finger at me. Y'know what I can point too." Duke sticks out his Pinter finger and starts pointing it aggressively at him.
They argue more than my own brothers do. I gotta interfere now because this is getting out of hand.
"Both of you put your fingers away and shut up." I shout over them and they go silent.
"Please." I add and they both glare at each other before taking a seat on the couch.
"This is an intervention. You two need to work things out." They look at me confused.
"So First of all, pointing is my thing. And second of all, one person talks at a time. Duke you go ahead first." I sit on the opposite couch from them.
"Why are you picking him?" Heath glared at me but shuts his trap with one look from me.
I'm just scary like that.
"Tell Heath why you feel hurt. The floor is yours." I let Duke continue and suddenly feel like a therapist. Should I write this all down?
"Because he's a fucking selfish idiot." He answered quickly. He did not hold back.
"You mothef-"
"Okay. Let's keep it friendly." I interrupted Heath before he could curse him out.
"He didn't consider my feelings." Duke crosses his arms. I could tell he was being serious about it now.
"I know. I'm sorry." Heath stares at me before looking at the floor. Well that's a first, he's never apologized to Duke before.
"Gee, that makes everything all better again. I'm not depressed anymore. Hallelujah!" Duke throws his arms in the air.
