My body's just a rip off of my mind,
Its just a mindless game we play with time.
We try to save what we can't keep,
But our favourite part is what is always lost.
I hear your story, the same one every time,
We rush though it so fast that we are blind.
Your voice is like a record in my head,
Its like a song I've been listening to, the kind I wanna hear till I'm dead.
You make me want to see, you make me want to, try.
You make me, make up my mind.
If you lose your way, I'll probably be lost too.
You know I'm bad with direction,
But I always understood you.
If we fly through pages, and stay quiet with our mouths,
We'll be danm near destroyed because of stupid hollow hearts.
And if you lose your way,
And some how I lose mine too,
Remember this, we've marked our bliss
And we'll find each other to help us survive.
Because I want to be alive.
So lets smash our alcohol high above our heads,
Lets break up all the rules,
Run like wild children instead.
We can revert back to our freedom,
Before our doubt crowded our thoughts.
And let us hold our hands together,
And fuck the world.
- Leesie Love
- Canada
- Well Internet wise I go by Leesie Love, and I write a lot of Romance and Nonsense.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Four Years
Feeling up the waves as they come and go.
Fake feeling I feel, I’m just down for the ride
I laugh out loud my life’s a joke.
Impatient imperfect, jealous and worth it I can not decide
Is it me, who I am thats’, running my life?
Open up a book to the exact page
No one said you’d see this stage
I rather turn to dust then hear your words
Choking me because you’re just bored
Nights sky is blue, stars in the air
But when was the last you looked up and stared
you don’t see the beauty
The mysteries
Inside of the skies, inside of our minds these artists never meant to make us blind
But to see deeper in the picture
To enrich our lives deeper
More people on face book in stead of face to face will we ever win the internet race?
I can not tell you why, cant tell you when
I will crash and start again, I cant tell you how, I can;t tell you what
Can you look past the judgement?
Will we ever see eye to eye?
When you pass me in the daily life
Is your memory gonnna flood like mine?
I said id always love you and you said the same words to me
I don’t think we understood that moment, we did not agree
I can feel it your breath, see it in the night sky,
As your moving your lips, explaining to me why
You promised forever, and I was in the moment, but the both of us knew neither of us meant it.
Fake feeling I feel, I’m just down for the ride
I laugh out loud my life’s a joke.
Impatient imperfect, jealous and worth it I can not decide
Is it me, who I am thats’, running my life?
Open up a book to the exact page
No one said you’d see this stage
I rather turn to dust then hear your words
Choking me because you’re just bored
Nights sky is blue, stars in the air
But when was the last you looked up and stared
you don’t see the beauty
The mysteries
Inside of the skies, inside of our minds these artists never meant to make us blind
But to see deeper in the picture
To enrich our lives deeper
More people on face book in stead of face to face will we ever win the internet race?
I can not tell you why, cant tell you when
I will crash and start again, I cant tell you how, I can;t tell you what
Can you look past the judgement?
Will we ever see eye to eye?
When you pass me in the daily life
Is your memory gonnna flood like mine?
I said id always love you and you said the same words to me
I don’t think we understood that moment, we did not agree
I can feel it your breath, see it in the night sky,
As your moving your lips, explaining to me why
You promised forever, and I was in the moment, but the both of us knew neither of us meant it.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
I Knew It!
I Knew It!
Something had been bothering Emmeline all week. Her roommate had been acting strangely excited for her upcoming game, and the only time she could remember Skye being excited for a soccer game was when she played her first game. Another thing were her brothers. Ronald and George haven’t been talking to her much in their usual selves since that day that they had lunch with Jae. And speaking of Jae, he’s been an absolute dream. By that she meant that he was staying out of her way most of the week to let her practice, but they usually had their never planned dates spread through the week, but he’d completely avoided her.
Skye stepped into her room to give her back the brush she borrowed a few odd hours ago. Emmeline noticed the glare of her the ring on her left hand and swallowed. “Oh shit.” She said loudly.
“What is it?” Skye was completely caught off guard, and was very surprised at Emmeline’s random out burst.
Emmeline looked at her pointedly, “Its tonight isn’t it?”
Skye looked thoroughly confused, “What’s tonight?”
“He’s gonna do it tonight, after the game isn’t he?” She said quickly, her heart racing.
Skye looked really confused now, “Who’s gonna do what?”
“Jae, he-he’s gonna do it!” she stammered, shock overwhelming her.
“Emme you’re not making any sense, now come on we have to hurry, your going to be late, and I guarantee you Jae and Ron are already there. Here, let me get your hair.” She said quickly, grabbing her thick blonde hair.
Emmeline could read the look on Skye’s face, she was trying to hide something, “You knew!”
“I knew what?” She said, her hands working quickly to tightly braid Emmeline’s hair.
“You know! I know you know! Why didn’t you tell me anything!” she cried.
Skye gave a frustrated sigh as she tied the end of her hair, “Emme I’ve no idea what your talking about. Come one now we have to leave, you’re going to be late for your own game.”
--
She lost the game. But it was okay, there was something she was looking forward to afterward.
“Hey Emme, you were great out there.” Ron said, then started to babble on about the exciting bits of the game which she wasn’t paying very much attention too.
She turned her attention to Harry, who came out from behind Ron and kissed her, “Sorry bout the loss.”
She grinned. “Its okay.”
“So off to the Triscuit for dinner then?” Ron piped afterward.
“Is that all you think about? Food?” Skye asked rolling her eyes.
“There are other things,” he trailed looking at her.
“Oh knock it off you two lovebirds!” Emme called.
--
The foursome split their ways outside the restaurant as they were leaving when Ron claimed that he needed help with a few documents and asked his fiancée to take a look at them. She graciously agreed leaving Emmeline with Jae.
“Fancy a walk?” he asked her.
She was in no rush. None at all. Smiling brightly she responded, “Yes.”
“You seem pretty happy, seeing as you lost the game today, usually you’re a bit against.” He commented
“What?” she snapped.
“Well, uh, I mean, um, well you’re usually very um, unhappy? When you lose?” he attempted to fix his mess of a line.
“What I’m not allowed to be happy that we lost?” She said.
“No, its totally okay for you to be happy but it is a bit strange, agh danm.” Then he muttered something she didn’t understand.
“Sorry didn’t catch that last bit.”
“Nevermind.” He said quickly.
“Jae, what did you say?”
“I said, this wasn;t how I pictured this going.”
“How what going?” she asked slowly.
Jae sighed, and reached for something in his pocket. “This, you, me screwing things up, asking you to marry me.” He muttered to her holding a ring in his fingers up to her face.
She gasped loudly and attacked him to the ground with a fierce kiss.
He pulled himself off her, “So is that a yes?”
Emmeline smiled down at him and nodded, his arm unwound its self from her and he placed the ring on her finger. She brought his head back up for another searing kiss. She moved her lips from his after, “I knew it!”
Something had been bothering Emmeline all week. Her roommate had been acting strangely excited for her upcoming game, and the only time she could remember Skye being excited for a soccer game was when she played her first game. Another thing were her brothers. Ronald and George haven’t been talking to her much in their usual selves since that day that they had lunch with Jae. And speaking of Jae, he’s been an absolute dream. By that she meant that he was staying out of her way most of the week to let her practice, but they usually had their never planned dates spread through the week, but he’d completely avoided her.
Skye stepped into her room to give her back the brush she borrowed a few odd hours ago. Emmeline noticed the glare of her the ring on her left hand and swallowed. “Oh shit.” She said loudly.
“What is it?” Skye was completely caught off guard, and was very surprised at Emmeline’s random out burst.
Emmeline looked at her pointedly, “Its tonight isn’t it?”
Skye looked thoroughly confused, “What’s tonight?”
“He’s gonna do it tonight, after the game isn’t he?” She said quickly, her heart racing.
Skye looked really confused now, “Who’s gonna do what?”
“Jae, he-he’s gonna do it!” she stammered, shock overwhelming her.
“Emme you’re not making any sense, now come on we have to hurry, your going to be late, and I guarantee you Jae and Ron are already there. Here, let me get your hair.” She said quickly, grabbing her thick blonde hair.
Emmeline could read the look on Skye’s face, she was trying to hide something, “You knew!”
“I knew what?” She said, her hands working quickly to tightly braid Emmeline’s hair.
“You know! I know you know! Why didn’t you tell me anything!” she cried.
Skye gave a frustrated sigh as she tied the end of her hair, “Emme I’ve no idea what your talking about. Come one now we have to leave, you’re going to be late for your own game.”
--
She lost the game. But it was okay, there was something she was looking forward to afterward.
“Hey Emme, you were great out there.” Ron said, then started to babble on about the exciting bits of the game which she wasn’t paying very much attention too.
She turned her attention to Harry, who came out from behind Ron and kissed her, “Sorry bout the loss.”
She grinned. “Its okay.”
“So off to the Triscuit for dinner then?” Ron piped afterward.
“Is that all you think about? Food?” Skye asked rolling her eyes.
“There are other things,” he trailed looking at her.
“Oh knock it off you two lovebirds!” Emme called.
--
The foursome split their ways outside the restaurant as they were leaving when Ron claimed that he needed help with a few documents and asked his fiancée to take a look at them. She graciously agreed leaving Emmeline with Jae.
“Fancy a walk?” he asked her.
She was in no rush. None at all. Smiling brightly she responded, “Yes.”
“You seem pretty happy, seeing as you lost the game today, usually you’re a bit against.” He commented
“What?” she snapped.
“Well, uh, I mean, um, well you’re usually very um, unhappy? When you lose?” he attempted to fix his mess of a line.
“What I’m not allowed to be happy that we lost?” She said.
“No, its totally okay for you to be happy but it is a bit strange, agh danm.” Then he muttered something she didn’t understand.
“Sorry didn’t catch that last bit.”
“Nevermind.” He said quickly.
“Jae, what did you say?”
“I said, this wasn;t how I pictured this going.”
“How what going?” she asked slowly.
Jae sighed, and reached for something in his pocket. “This, you, me screwing things up, asking you to marry me.” He muttered to her holding a ring in his fingers up to her face.
She gasped loudly and attacked him to the ground with a fierce kiss.
He pulled himself off her, “So is that a yes?”
Emmeline smiled down at him and nodded, his arm unwound its self from her and he placed the ring on her finger. She brought his head back up for another searing kiss. She moved her lips from his after, “I knew it!”
Being Sneaky
Being Sneaky
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Doing what?”
“Mike.”
“Relax. We’re not doing anything terrible.”
“I know, but it feels bad.”
“How does this feel bad?”
“Its just, she worked so hard on this, and we’re gonna go and ruin it.”
“Rob, we aren’t four years old anymore. What we’re doing is perfectly fine.”
“I still feel bad though, I mean did you smell the kitchen this morning?”
“Rob,”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”
“Robert? Micheal? Are you two sneaking cookies? Teddy’s birthday dinner is in less than half an hour; can’t the two of you wait? After all the hard work I did; you two go and ruin your appetites.”
“Mum, its just a cookie!”
“If it’s just a cookie why are you two sneaking around?”
“She has a point you know.”
“Robert shut up.”
“Well?”
“Mum, we’ve been out all day, and we’re famished, and a few cookies would defiantly not fill us up so there would be tons of room for your fabulous cooking.”
“You better hope there is.”
“I told you this was a bad idea.”
“No, you just told me that you felt bad.”
“It’s the same thing…”
“Shut up Rob.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Doing what?”
“Mike.”
“Relax. We’re not doing anything terrible.”
“I know, but it feels bad.”
“How does this feel bad?”
“Its just, she worked so hard on this, and we’re gonna go and ruin it.”
“Rob, we aren’t four years old anymore. What we’re doing is perfectly fine.”
“I still feel bad though, I mean did you smell the kitchen this morning?”
“Rob,”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”
“Robert? Micheal? Are you two sneaking cookies? Teddy’s birthday dinner is in less than half an hour; can’t the two of you wait? After all the hard work I did; you two go and ruin your appetites.”
“Mum, its just a cookie!”
“If it’s just a cookie why are you two sneaking around?”
“She has a point you know.”
“Robert shut up.”
“Well?”
“Mum, we’ve been out all day, and we’re famished, and a few cookies would defiantly not fill us up so there would be tons of room for your fabulous cooking.”
“You better hope there is.”
“I told you this was a bad idea.”
“No, you just told me that you felt bad.”
“It’s the same thing…”
“Shut up Rob.”
Untitled...
Chase me down the ally way
Off main street
Come dance with me in the rain
Don;t be ashamed
Who the hell can dance anyway?
Lets get dolled up
Lets get dolled up
Lets get dolled up
All the masks are pretty
Move your head Tap your feet
Listen to the beat
Don't be afraid, we're all friends
I want you
(love love love)
I need you
(love love love)
Come here with me Inside my world
We'll have fun tonight
Let's climb a tree that reaches to the sky
Like jack in the bean stock
My-oh-my
Lets dine with the giant
The giant
Oh the giant's pleasant
Lets get dolled up
Lets get dolled up
Lets get dolled up
All the masks are pretty
I want you
(love love love)
I need you
(love love love)
Come here with me Inside my world
We'll have fun tonight
I want you
(love love love)
I need you
(love love love)
Come here with me Inside my world
We'll have fun tonight
Lets get dolled up
Lets stumble on our words
lets stay out for hours
Lets sweat out of nervousness
Lets not give a danm
Lets cry over the rejects
Lets get dolled up
All the masks are pretty
I want you (now more than ever)
(love love love)
I need you (comeon over lets have some fun)
(love love love)
Come here with me
Inside my world
Inside my world
Inside my world
We'll have fun tonight
IMPORTED VIA LIVEJOURNAL @ 15 September 2007 @ 09:20 pm
Off main street
Come dance with me in the rain
Don;t be ashamed
Who the hell can dance anyway?
Lets get dolled up
Lets get dolled up
Lets get dolled up
All the masks are pretty
Move your head Tap your feet
Listen to the beat
Don't be afraid, we're all friends
I want you
(love love love)
I need you
(love love love)
Come here with me Inside my world
We'll have fun tonight
Let's climb a tree that reaches to the sky
Like jack in the bean stock
My-oh-my
Lets dine with the giant
The giant
Oh the giant's pleasant
Lets get dolled up
Lets get dolled up
Lets get dolled up
All the masks are pretty
I want you
(love love love)
I need you
(love love love)
Come here with me Inside my world
We'll have fun tonight
I want you
(love love love)
I need you
(love love love)
Come here with me Inside my world
We'll have fun tonight
Lets get dolled up
Lets stumble on our words
lets stay out for hours
Lets sweat out of nervousness
Lets not give a danm
Lets cry over the rejects
Lets get dolled up
All the masks are pretty
I want you (now more than ever)
(love love love)
I need you (comeon over lets have some fun)
(love love love)
Come here with me
Inside my world
Inside my world
Inside my world
We'll have fun tonight
IMPORTED VIA LIVEJOURNAL @ 15 September 2007 @ 09:20 pm
Scrap/Early Writings
The history of a friend.
I was a misfit. I acted like a misfit; I fit the description line perfectly. I had pitch black eyes with thick glasses. My nose was barley there and my chin was fairly long. I was small, and always had the same outfit on at least twice a week. My shoes were always old and my hair was troll-like. I didn’t mind though. I liked who I was, even if others didn’t. I was always picked on, and pushed around in school, but I quickly learned to get over it.
I lived with my dad, just me and him. He didn’t make much money, but he did everything he could to make me happy. For my birthday, he’d always get me a chocolate cake and a colouring book with a brand new pencil crayon set. I loved it. I always liked to colour. We weren’t very rich, but we were happy, and that’s was really all we needed.
On the first day of sixth grade, there was a new student in the class. He looked very shy and nervous. I sort of felt sorry for him. When the teacher turned her back, the other guys in the class started to tease him. He was a very snappy dresser. He was wearing a sweater vest and a dress shirt with some very fancy pants. I smiled. His hair was very greasy and his nose was fairly large. He also had glasses on, not as thick as mine but they were there. He nervously sat in his assigned seat and tried to ignore the teasing. He looked very lost at lunch time. Many kids were staring and pointing. These acts were quite rude.
I walked up to him, knowing how he must of felt. “Hello. Would you like to sit with me?” I asked. He made a funny face, and then nodded. I turned around and nodded my head to signal him to follow. I led him to my usual spot under a small tree very far away from the playground.
“Why are we so far from the school? Won’t we get in trouble?” he asked.
I smiled again. “No one ever comes around here. Do you know what that means?” he shook his head as we sat under the shade of the tree. “It means that no one can be mean to us, because no one is here to do so.” I said. He smiled and told me his name. I told him mine. He told me that he was being picked on a lot at his old school, and that he was transferred here instead. He used to go to a private school, but he really wanted to go to a public because he thought the kids were nicer. We finished up our lunches and got back into the school just before the bell. He sat next to me in class this time, and we instantly became friends from there on.
In the next few weeks he asked if I wanted to come over to his house to play videogames. I told him that I had never played video games before, and then he really wanted me to come over. I was really sad to tell him that I couldn’t, because my dad wasn’t home and that I couldn’t ask him if it was okay or not.
“Why don’t you just ask you mum?” he asked
I paused. “I don’t have a mum. Not anymore at least.”
“How does that work out?”
“My mom left us a long time ago.”
“But she’s still your mum.”
“No. She isn’t. She can’t be. She left me and my dad and went to the states with someone else, so you see; she’s not really my mom anymore, because she left.” At leaset that’s what my dad told me. I don’t get it much, but if my dad said so, it had to be true.
“Oh.”
“I can ask when he gets home tonight, so that we can play tomorrow. Would that be okay?”
He agreed, and the next day we played video games at his house. All the stuff he had was amazing. A huge television, loads of video games and lots and lots of toys. “Wow,” I commented. “You have a very nice house.”
“Thanks?”
I smiled and he taught me how to play his favourite video game. Truth be told it was very confusing at first, but I got the hang of it soon enough, time went by so fast.
When I got home, I asked my dad if I could get a videogame set. My dad beamed and said, “When I get that promotion, that video game set is all yours sweetheart.” I hugged him very tightly that night.
My friend and I became very close best friends. We always watched movies and played video games at his house. It was so big and fancy. I didn’t want to bring him anywhere near my home. Dad and I lived in a two bedroom apartment about a block away from school. It was very small, with a small television with three channels and a very old couch set my grandma had given us. My room was nothing compared to his. I had a small bed with a few stuffed animals and a very small closet, mostly filled with my mom’s old clothes. It had a small dresser with a neat pile of coloured colouring books and a square container filled with very small pencil crayons that I had used out. There were only eight colours, the same eight I received every year- Red, blue, yellow, orange, purple, green, brown, and black. The small nibs of wood looked very colourful as they were scattered and crammed in the small container. I could never bring him here. He’d just laugh at how small everything was. So I always avoided him coming over.
One day, he insisted on coming to my house to do a project in the seventh grade. I was crestfallen. What was I supposed to do? I told him that it was a bad idea, that my house was a mess and that my maid couldn’t come in this week. He told me that he didn’t mind. My heart raced. He couldn’t see where I lived. He complained that I always came over to his house and that he’d never been to my house. I finally caved.
“Before I show you where I live, you have to know, I don’t really have a maid.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, maids are too expensive for us.”
“Oh, that’s cool.”
Maybe this could go okay after all. We continued to walk on until we reached my building.
“You live here?” he asked.
Or maybe not, “Yes.” I said in a very quite voice.
“This is so cool; I’ve always wanted to know what the inside of these buildings looked like but my mom never let me come in one of them!”
We finished our project in the hallway out side my door. My kitchen was a mess, so we decided to finish it outside. I did some really neat drawings, and he printed all of the words nice and neat. I wish I could write as neat as him. We were doing an English project on this book we both read a book called
“Do you have any popcorn?”
“No, I’m sorry, but we do have nuts. Is that okay?”
“Sure.”
I smiled and knew that everything would be okay between us. He didn’t seem to mind the fact that we didn’t have much.
IMPORTED VIA LIVEJOURNAL @ 11 October 2007 @ 09:47 pm
I was a misfit. I acted like a misfit; I fit the description line perfectly. I had pitch black eyes with thick glasses. My nose was barley there and my chin was fairly long. I was small, and always had the same outfit on at least twice a week. My shoes were always old and my hair was troll-like. I didn’t mind though. I liked who I was, even if others didn’t. I was always picked on, and pushed around in school, but I quickly learned to get over it.
I lived with my dad, just me and him. He didn’t make much money, but he did everything he could to make me happy. For my birthday, he’d always get me a chocolate cake and a colouring book with a brand new pencil crayon set. I loved it. I always liked to colour. We weren’t very rich, but we were happy, and that’s was really all we needed.
On the first day of sixth grade, there was a new student in the class. He looked very shy and nervous. I sort of felt sorry for him. When the teacher turned her back, the other guys in the class started to tease him. He was a very snappy dresser. He was wearing a sweater vest and a dress shirt with some very fancy pants. I smiled. His hair was very greasy and his nose was fairly large. He also had glasses on, not as thick as mine but they were there. He nervously sat in his assigned seat and tried to ignore the teasing. He looked very lost at lunch time. Many kids were staring and pointing. These acts were quite rude.
I walked up to him, knowing how he must of felt. “Hello. Would you like to sit with me?” I asked. He made a funny face, and then nodded. I turned around and nodded my head to signal him to follow. I led him to my usual spot under a small tree very far away from the playground.
“Why are we so far from the school? Won’t we get in trouble?” he asked.
I smiled again. “No one ever comes around here. Do you know what that means?” he shook his head as we sat under the shade of the tree. “It means that no one can be mean to us, because no one is here to do so.” I said. He smiled and told me his name. I told him mine. He told me that he was being picked on a lot at his old school, and that he was transferred here instead. He used to go to a private school, but he really wanted to go to a public because he thought the kids were nicer. We finished up our lunches and got back into the school just before the bell. He sat next to me in class this time, and we instantly became friends from there on.
In the next few weeks he asked if I wanted to come over to his house to play videogames. I told him that I had never played video games before, and then he really wanted me to come over. I was really sad to tell him that I couldn’t, because my dad wasn’t home and that I couldn’t ask him if it was okay or not.
“Why don’t you just ask you mum?” he asked
I paused. “I don’t have a mum. Not anymore at least.”
“How does that work out?”
“My mom left us a long time ago.”
“But she’s still your mum.”
“No. She isn’t. She can’t be. She left me and my dad and went to the states with someone else, so you see; she’s not really my mom anymore, because she left.” At leaset that’s what my dad told me. I don’t get it much, but if my dad said so, it had to be true.
“Oh.”
“I can ask when he gets home tonight, so that we can play tomorrow. Would that be okay?”
He agreed, and the next day we played video games at his house. All the stuff he had was amazing. A huge television, loads of video games and lots and lots of toys. “Wow,” I commented. “You have a very nice house.”
“Thanks?”
I smiled and he taught me how to play his favourite video game. Truth be told it was very confusing at first, but I got the hang of it soon enough, time went by so fast.
When I got home, I asked my dad if I could get a videogame set. My dad beamed and said, “When I get that promotion, that video game set is all yours sweetheart.” I hugged him very tightly that night.
My friend and I became very close best friends. We always watched movies and played video games at his house. It was so big and fancy. I didn’t want to bring him anywhere near my home. Dad and I lived in a two bedroom apartment about a block away from school. It was very small, with a small television with three channels and a very old couch set my grandma had given us. My room was nothing compared to his. I had a small bed with a few stuffed animals and a very small closet, mostly filled with my mom’s old clothes. It had a small dresser with a neat pile of coloured colouring books and a square container filled with very small pencil crayons that I had used out. There were only eight colours, the same eight I received every year- Red, blue, yellow, orange, purple, green, brown, and black. The small nibs of wood looked very colourful as they were scattered and crammed in the small container. I could never bring him here. He’d just laugh at how small everything was. So I always avoided him coming over.
One day, he insisted on coming to my house to do a project in the seventh grade. I was crestfallen. What was I supposed to do? I told him that it was a bad idea, that my house was a mess and that my maid couldn’t come in this week. He told me that he didn’t mind. My heart raced. He couldn’t see where I lived. He complained that I always came over to his house and that he’d never been to my house. I finally caved.
“Before I show you where I live, you have to know, I don’t really have a maid.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, maids are too expensive for us.”
“Oh, that’s cool.”
Maybe this could go okay after all. We continued to walk on until we reached my building.
“You live here?” he asked.
Or maybe not, “Yes.” I said in a very quite voice.
“This is so cool; I’ve always wanted to know what the inside of these buildings looked like but my mom never let me come in one of them!”
We finished our project in the hallway out side my door. My kitchen was a mess, so we decided to finish it outside. I did some really neat drawings, and he printed all of the words nice and neat. I wish I could write as neat as him. We were doing an English project on this book we both read a book called
“Do you have any popcorn?”
“No, I’m sorry, but we do have nuts. Is that okay?”
“Sure.”
I smiled and knew that everything would be okay between us. He didn’t seem to mind the fact that we didn’t have much.
IMPORTED VIA LIVEJOURNAL @ 11 October 2007 @ 09:47 pm
Pretty
Pretty
He sat across from her on the table. “You're pretty.” He says in a thick groggy voice, twisting her hair in his fingers.
“Your eyes are pretty, there're so green.” She replied laughing, taking a swing at the bottle in her hands.
He takes the bottle from her and takes a sip from it, “No, seriously. You’re gorgeous.” He says in a flat tone, his words slurring slightly.
“You think?” She asks, looking down at herself.
“Yesss.” He slurred.
“Well, you are too.” She laughs again.
He smirked, “Oh yeah? What’s your favorite part?” he asked her cockily.
“Mmm, all that.” She said sharply, pointing at his chest.
“My shirt?” he asked confused.
“No silly!” she laughed harder, “What’s under it!”
“Oh!” He took off his shirt; “This then?” he asked pointing at his chest.
“Mmmhm, but now I like something else.”
He took another drink at the bottle, “What? You’re changing your mind?”
“Yes, I don’t like your pants.” She said sternly, whipping way the bottle from him.
“Why don’t you like my pants?” he asked sadly. She took a long sip.
“I don’t know. They hide your-”
“Are they too ugly? That’s it right? I’m wearing ugly pants?” he slurred in a cute drunken daze.
“Oh no. No, no, no. They aren’t ugly love, they just hide your legs! You’re so silly sometimes.” She said reassuringly, taking the now almost empty bottle from him and taking a small sip.
“Should I take them off?” he suggested.
She nodded. And his pants came off.
“Hey Kass?”
“Y-y-es? She asked stammering, staring him down.
“You’re pretty.” He said again, taking the bottle once more from her.
“You’re pretty.” She shot back.
He grinned and sat up more straight. In a very cocky tone he asked her, “Oh yeah? What’s your favorite part?”
She grinned, this was too easy.
IMPORTED LIVEJOURNAL ORIGINAL POST 27 November 2008 @ 09:20 pm
He sat across from her on the table. “You're pretty.” He says in a thick groggy voice, twisting her hair in his fingers.
“Your eyes are pretty, there're so green.” She replied laughing, taking a swing at the bottle in her hands.
He takes the bottle from her and takes a sip from it, “No, seriously. You’re gorgeous.” He says in a flat tone, his words slurring slightly.
“You think?” She asks, looking down at herself.
“Yesss.” He slurred.
“Well, you are too.” She laughs again.
He smirked, “Oh yeah? What’s your favorite part?” he asked her cockily.
“Mmm, all that.” She said sharply, pointing at his chest.
“My shirt?” he asked confused.
“No silly!” she laughed harder, “What’s under it!”
“Oh!” He took off his shirt; “This then?” he asked pointing at his chest.
“Mmmhm, but now I like something else.”
He took another drink at the bottle, “What? You’re changing your mind?”
“Yes, I don’t like your pants.” She said sternly, whipping way the bottle from him.
“Why don’t you like my pants?” he asked sadly. She took a long sip.
“I don’t know. They hide your-”
“Are they too ugly? That’s it right? I’m wearing ugly pants?” he slurred in a cute drunken daze.
“Oh no. No, no, no. They aren’t ugly love, they just hide your legs! You’re so silly sometimes.” She said reassuringly, taking the now almost empty bottle from him and taking a small sip.
“Should I take them off?” he suggested.
She nodded. And his pants came off.
“Hey Kass?”
“Y-y-es? She asked stammering, staring him down.
“You’re pretty.” He said again, taking the bottle once more from her.
“You’re pretty.” She shot back.
He grinned and sat up more straight. In a very cocky tone he asked her, “Oh yeah? What’s your favorite part?”
She grinned, this was too easy.
IMPORTED LIVEJOURNAL ORIGINAL POST 27 November 2008 @ 09:20 pm
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