Dad: *comes into my room*
Me: *looks up from VERY dirty and very entertaining Destiel smut.* “Yeah?”
Dad: “Who can you. Still possibly be texting?”
Me: “I’m not texting any one, I’m reading.
Dad: "Really? All this time?”
Dad: “read me a sentence.
Me: *looks down at phone and reads line to herself. ‘The Angel Cried out in pure ecstasy as Dean pushed himself deeper, moaning his love’s name as he did. 'Harder, please Dean, harder,’ Castiel whispered.’
Me: I’m lying, I’m texting my friend, she says hi.