“My name is Ara, I’m so very Fly, oh my, it’s a lil’ bit scary Boys wanna marry, looking at my derri- Ere, you can stare but if you touch it I’mma bury Pretty as a picture, sweeter than a swisher Mad ‘cause I’m cuter than the girl that’s witchya I don’t gotta talk about it, baby you can see it But if you want, I’ll be happy to repeat it.” I sang, while my brothers are sleeping.
“Bella, shut up.” Ace mumble, snuggling on my arm.
“Ew Ace, your drooling on my arm.” I said, trying to pull my arm away from him.
“Shh, we’re twins, you’ll also do the same to me.” He said, wiping the drool on his face.
I wipe my arm at his shirt, and leaned back, continue humming to the song.
“Can I borrow your cap?” Archie asked.
“No, it’s my cap.” I said.
“Come on,” he said.
“Don’t you have extra caps in
