thewatchmaker: (Bad thoughts)
“Maya!”

“Alejandro!”

“Maya!”

“Alejandro!”

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up, before I bash your heads together. I chugged half a bottle of tepid water, washing grit from between my teeth. I wanted a bed, a bath and a brick to kill the wonder fucking twins. I didn’t care that they had powers anymore. I wanted them to stop being so goddamn loud when I was trying to sleep.

“Gabriel, you’re awake!” Maya said, bouncing around to look at me. “Alejandro won’t let me drive.”

“I’ll drive.”

Alejandro glared at me.

“You sleep.” Or die. Either would be a vast improvement.

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