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"He loves me more!"
"No, me!"
William and Liam were yet again in another fight over Jameson. This happens often, almost every month. It was a lovely afternoon were Jameson likes to sleep in and not be bothered. But these two just couldn't shut up!
Jameson was very fed up with this fighting. His beautiful afternoon is being soiled by these two idiots who can't keep there arguing in a level one whisper. Jameson sat up from his bed and put on his duck slippers. He rubbed his eyes a bit before stepping out the room to step into the very bright front room.
"I can't find peace.." Jameson muttered as he followed the arguing through the house. He wandered until he finally found them in the dinning room. The moment Jameson stepped into the room, everything went silent. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Jameson glared at the two and stormed over. Angry or not, the two found him adorable when he was pissed. All they saw was a short boy walking over looking like he was about to commit first degree murder.
"What's the argument today, hm? And it better be good or I'm going to be pissed." Jameson stood in front of the two, looking like he was going to explode into a million pieces. William patted Jameson's head to try and calm him but Jameson bit his hand causing William to flinch back.
"Not in a good mood today.." William rubbed his hand where he was bit and Liam rolled his eyes. "Jamie, tell this retard that you love me more." William looked at Liam offended, looking like he was about to slap him.
"I'm not retarded! I just work differently!" William shrieked as he spoke. Jameson pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to refrain himself from hitting both of them. "Hey! I love you both equally!" Jameson yelled, trying to get them to listen to him. Liam glanced down at Jameson and snickered, trying not to burst out laughing. William started to giggle as well. Jameson looked confused, but that made him even more pissed. "What? What's so funny?!" Jameson demanded an answer, looking like he was going to start to cry if he didnt get one. "You look so cute when your mad, that's all," Liam said, ruffling Jameson's hair. William picked Jameson up and carried him off. Jameson squirmed in his grip as Liam followed.