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anything and insist on calling me a stupid nickname even when I tell you not to, like I’m one big joke.”
    Shelly was the first to respond. “I’m sorry, Clove. We only call you M&M ‘cause we think it’s cute, not to be cruel. If we had known how much it offended you, we would have stopped long ago. We promise never to use it again, ok?” Ashley was shaking her head in agreement, and I immediately felt like shit. How was I supposed to know the real reason why they called me that stupid name? I just thought they bought into the rumors I was adopted and wanted to make sure I stayed an outsider. I felt so stupid to have resented them this long, and if I was being honest with myself, I pulled away from them first. They always used to invite me to hang out, but I always said no. Until they stopped asking and I started feeling isolated and alone. How could I have gotten this so wrong?
    “Don’t worry about it, guys. I’m just nervous about going out with Range for the first time, that’s all. And thanks for not calling me M&M anymore, regardless of how cute you think it is.” They both stood up from their chairs and advanced toward me with their arms spread open. Oh God, not the group hug in the kitchen shit.
    “We love you, Clove, and we are both happy you are going out on a date today. Ooh, I have a great idea. I’ll do your hair and makeup, and Ashley will pick out your outfit. This is going to be so much fun, I can just fell it. We’re gonna knock him on his cute little ass by the time we’re done.” And with that little statement, we all got rag slaps as we ran screeching from the kitchen to get ready.
    Two hours later, my room had the look of an F4 tornado path. None of my clothes were left hanging in the closet; instead, they were all lying across the bed, draped over the sink in my bathroom, and swinging from the mirror on my chest of drawers. It was a mess I would have to deal with later since there was no time today, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. My sisters and I talked about anything and everything, and it was then that I realized I had missed them greatly. Our silly rift that caused us all to pull away from each other had done nothing but waste a lot of time; time we could have been spending together like we were doing today. When it was all said and done, one thing remained true, and that was the love we all had for each other. That love was evident when I looked at the final product in the mirror and hardly recognized myself. True to their word, my sisters made me look like a super model, and I was looking forward to knocking Range on his cute little ass.
     

CHAPTER 12
    Range
     
    I had the worst night’s sleep of my life last night. After my kiss with Clover, I didn’t think my dick would ever go soft. The way she felt in my arms as I took her mouth in that mind-numbing kiss, I thought my head was about to explode. I had to jerk off twice before I could even think about getting some rest. Maxwell fucking whomever right next door certainly didn’t help the situation. Those two or three, or however many there were, were so loud I thought they were in the room with me. I had to remember to talk to him about bringing some of his “friends” into the house. I was all for having a good time, but Max was reckless. I would hate to wake up one morning and have my cock in some stranger’s mouth without me knowing it. That’s just the type of shit that would happen with him.
    Before I got too put out over Max and his escapades, I remembered today was the day when Clover finally agreed to a date with me. That brought an immediate smile to my face, just thinking about showing her around the junkyard and telling her all of the interesting things that went on around here. The junkyard was closed on Saturdays, so at least I wouldn’t have to deal with any deliveries or customer bullshit. I’d have Clover all to myself and could hardly wait to have her back in my arms again. Just the thought