FATHER AND DAUGHTER DUO

EMILY'S STANDPONT 

"Wait a minute, you really slept and woke up in Alexander's house?" Aimee asked for a millionth time, roaring in laughter and I simply rolled my eyes. 

"Yea it's funny, laugh all you want," I said, sarcasm dripping from my words. 

"I thought you hated him?"

"I do but my drunk self clearly finds his house more interesting and find him cute enough to bully," I replied, frowning. 

"Let's see," she stood up, stroking her jaws as she moved around. 

"The first place you could think about going to when you were drunk was his house, not your father's house or that of your friends."

"Point of correction," I interjected, cutting her short. 

"I don't have friends asides you and I don't know your house either."

"True," she nodded, agreeing with me.