BUMP. ----- "OMG. Seriously?" Meet Eagle. Half Metrosexual, not sure if he's bisexual or not. I couldn't care less. He's hot, that's all that matters. Denis and Jackson are driving me insane, with their debates on eating pizza or cup noodles. I rather eat Indian. Extra curry and more chicken. Eagle, or Calum, I can't remember, is babbling about some nee Rolex Watch while I was window shopping and Juicy's. GAWD the clothes are beautiful. "Eh... Rolex Rolex blah blah blah" I drowned his voice out with eccentric strip club music. "SMACK DAT ASS!" My brain was repeating those words. Smack it! ---- Short update. I needa go... Late, and I'm trying to make a new account. Somewhere...
Can you guys post your sign up name here? People won't bump and I rush to do my updates. Sorry, and I promised I'd finish. To be turthful, this is one of my most proudest works. ._. GRAMMAR HANDCUFFS.
----- "Darlin' get rid of your tux!" I was shopping with Eagle. He insisted on wearing that way too fornal tux. Jeans and a plaid shirt would do just fine! "NO." ... Okay, it was a small tantrum. What kanya expect from him? Then flaunted a girl with coal black hair, her green eyes starin' at me as if I just won that lottery. "Well hello there... Miranda." "... Hello, Lillian." Then we ran into each others arms and cried like we always do after we watch a Disney drama movie. God they make good humor these days. Meet Lillian. My BFF that I met in Japan. Forget Mia, her plainness bothers me. ---- Short update? ^w^;
BUMP PLEASE? Guys stop fricking spamming Fan Fic. It takes my jittery fingers five minutes to find my stort. ;o; I wanna update too. Oh well.