"What's the matter with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You seem very...happy, downright chipper." What the hell is she up to now?
Only this morning she was giving me s**t and now she's all smiles and giggly and s**t.
"I don't understand, don't you want me to be happy?"
"Gabriella, what are you up to?"
"Nothing, geez, you're so suspicious. Paranoid much?" She giggled and I tackled her to the bed.
"What are you and your crew cooking up baby? I need you to work with me here. We're almost done, if you and your girls go off the rails that's only gonna set us back." I can't believe I'm actually afraid of this chick.
When we first met she was my sweet little Georgia peach. The damn girl would hardly ever speak above a whisper.
A few months with her new sisters and she's morphed into a whole
