(There's a lot of picture references in this chapter. Sorry in advance.)

"Bo! Bo get up! I don't like this Bo! Get your ass up!" I panicked shaking Bo's body. "Get up Bo!" Looking around I saw something duck down behind a car. "I'll be right back. Don't fucking die on me Bitch." I whispered before whiping a tears from my eyes.

(Ealier that day) 3rd person pov

Sitting in the kitchen having some tea Vincent listened to the repeating footsteps over head, followed by a gremlin like laughter. Smiling to themself, they looked over to their brother. "Their up." Bo sighed. As the two continued to listen to the running and gremlin noises the youngest Sinclair made his way into the kitchen. "(Y/n) still not down yet?" Lester asked checking his watch. "Shhh. Listen." Bo hushed his younger brother. Lester did as his brother asked and listened as he sat down. The gremlin laughter seemed to stop for a moment. Silence. Then, a door slamming open, gremlin laughter, and the tap of heels going down the stairs. And finally, (Y/n) came flying around the corner I to the kitchen. Their robe flowing around them.

"What do you think?!" They asked excitedly. Silence filled the kitchen as the three men at the table sat in awe. "Do you like it? It's my 'I tooootally didn't just murder my husband' Robe." (Y/n) giggled swishing the robe around. "Stunning." Vincent sighed happily as they eyed up the young diva. "Thank you, thank you. What about you Lester? What do you think?" (Y/n) posed, leaning against the wall. Lester had to shake his head to regain his voice. "Pretty! But not to say you don't always look pretty! You just look. Wow." He panicked but it made (y/n) smiled even brighter. "Awe, thanks sweetheart." (Y/n) said as they went over to the coffee pot. "Not gonna ask what I think?" Bo asked trying to pick at (y/n). They added their coffee creamer and turned to the table. "No offense Bo, but I just wanted some praise for how beautiful I am." They sipped on their coffee before motioning to him. "But if youd like to praise me as well, I guess I could let you." Bo rolled his eyed and smirked. "I was just gonna ask if you had anything on under that." He answered honestly. Lester and Vincent both chocked on their drinks before looking at their brother shocked then back to (y/n).

"Hmm. Let me think." (Y/n) hummed and pulled the robe so only they could look down I to it. "No coment." Bo choked on his coffee causing (y/n) to burst out laughing. "I'm kidding! I've got underwear on!" Vincent and Lester both held back laughter, they never were able to see Bo get flustered. "Alrighty babes, and Bo." (Y/n) said as they set down their now empty coffee cup. "Rude." Bo muttered under his breath. "I know. Anyway, I'm gonna go get ready for the day. Who's stuck with me?" They asked resting their hand on their hip. "I've got work. Sorry." Lester apologized. "You know I'd love to have you with me today. But I've gotta finish this project while I have the motivation." Vincent said getting up from their chair. "Guess you're stuck with me, Darlin." Bo smiled smugly. "Correction. You're. Stuck. With. Me." (Y/n) said putting emphasis on each word. Bo just shrugged and got up from the table before headed up to his room. "Asshat." (Y/n) sighed as Vincent came up to them. Pulling them into a hug Vincent stroked their hair. "Shhhh. Deep breaths." He whispered having (y/n) breathe with them. "I know." (Y/n) sighed wrapping their arms around Vincent. "Hey! I want a hug!" Lester jokingly whined. (Y/n) chuckled and Vincent let them go. She opened their arms and smiled. "Come 'ere shortstack." Excitedly Lester tackle/hugged (y/n) in the blink of an eye. "Yall a bunch of dorks." (Y/n) sighed happily.

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Readers pov

When Vincent and Lester finally had enough physical contact I was finally able to get ready. I just feel better having the ability to dress up with more clothes again. AND SHOES! Music was blaring out of my cd player that my mom mailed me as I picked out an outfit. (Yall know the drill. Don't like it, pretend you picked something else.)

I styled my hair and makeup in a way that made me happy and finished with jewelery. "Who gave me the right to Be This Hot?!" I exclaimed as I studied my figure in the mirror. "I am fucking sexy as sin." I told myself while applying lipgloss. Well that's my aphormations for the day. What else do I have to do today? I called mom, I showed off my robe, got dressed, brushed my teeth, did my makeup and hair, hmmmmmm. Ooh! Perfume! Diving onto the bed I reached across and grabbed my favorite scented body spray. (Whichever you like. Personally, I enjoy Playboy NewYork.)

Before leaving the room I gave my knives a glance. Hmmmm. I guess taking one couldn't hurt, right? The real question, though, is which ones. Bo probably wouldn't like knowing I have a knife on me. But what if something happens? Mmmmmmm. Wait! I can hide these two in my purse and this one in my bra! Excitedly I grabbed my knife that was made to look like a comb, the one that looks like a lipstick, and my pink one with hearts.

"Yay." I giggled and skipped out of my room. "Ready Bitch?!" I called out for Bo. The house was quiet. Vincent would be in the basement by now and I heard Lester's truck drive off a few minutes ago. "Bo!" I called out one more time as I walked down the stairs. "If this bitch is already at the Fucking gas station I'm gonna kick his ass." I groan and walk out the door. "Assbutt." He's so fucking lucky that the walk is like nothing.

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After 3 minutes of walking I looked down I to the grate in front of the gas stations door. "Yo! Bitch! You down there?" I called down. Nothing. How many times am I gonna call out for him to just be fucking quiet? While thinking and listening I feel someone grab my arm and pull me close. "Bo! You fucking asshole!" I giggled as he held me close. I felt his face burry into my neck as he chuckled. His scruff scratched against my skin and I smirked. "What's got you acting all affectionate?" I ask slightly confused. "I dunno, think I just like seeing you a little mad." He answers and spins me around, turing the hold into a hug. "Come on let's get inside." I suggest. If Vincent saw Bo getting all touchy touchy with me I don't know how'd they feel. "As you wish." Bo chuckled picking me up and flinging me over his shoulder. Ooh shit! He's strong! "Nice ass." Shit I said outlook. loud. "Hush your mouth." He laughs giving MY ass a quick swat. What's making him want to be all touchy Feely? Actually, now that I think about it, he has be slightly more offectionate since our outing almost a week ago. Subtle things. Holding my hand when his siblings aren't looking. More than 3 forehead kisses a day. And he even shared the last honey bun with me!

"Here ya go Sugar." Bo told me before trying to 'softly' put me down on the counter. "Aw, no dress?" He pretends to whine. "Two words Bo. Chub. Rub." I count the words on my hand. "You feeling OK though? We were just bullying each other like almost an hour ago." I put my hands on his face and look him over. "You're not feeling sick are you?" I chuckle. Bo shakes his head no. "Nah, I ain't sick." He smirks and rests his hands on either side of my body on the counter. "It's payback." "Undwear thing?" "That's right. The underwear thing. Aren't you a clever thing." He said sarcastically. I've gotta have some mental problems to be finding this attractive right now. "I think suck a smart creature like you deserves a reward for getting that right." OH SHIT! Bo slowly leaned in. My heart raced in my chest! He leaned in till his mouth was half an inch away from mine. My breath hitched in my throat as I anticipated what could happen next. DING! Fuck! The bell above the door!