::Boy All The Bad Girls Want:: [[Sonny Moore]] -What A Stud- [[4]]

"Cal, I always loved you... I thought... I always thought you knew that." he said, staring at my hands in his."
"How would I possibly know that Son?! You never gave me even the slightest hint..." before I could finish my sentence he attached his face to mine.

I rolled over, yawning. "Stupid dream."
"What were you dreaming about, Calderon?" Sonny was perched on my dresser, smiling.
"Ugh. Why do I always end up with the stupid names, bunny?" I asked, covering my head with a pillow.
"Simple. You have a lame name." he said with a grin. "Get uppppppppppppp! I'm so BORED!" he pounced on my bed, and began jumping up and down.
"Ohsweetbabyjesus!! SONNY CHILL!" I yelped as he continued jumping. Finally he plopped down next to me, as I rolled over and grabbed my pack of cigg's off the nightstand.
"Ew. Cal. You smoke?!?" I glared at him, and he grinned, "Can I have one??" he asked snatching one from my pack as I rolled out of bed.
"Your worse then a five year old, Son."

I leaned against the railing of my balcony with the cigarette pursed between my lips, while Sonny followed me out. We smoked in silence for a few minutes until Sonny flicked his cigarette over the balcony edge.
"Cali... I'm hungryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy." he pouted at me from across the balcony. I sighed, flicking my own cig away.
"Sometimes, I really just want to smack you." I mumbled, slamming open te door to my bedroom.