(I’m trying to improve my typing. notice I now leave a space after a comma, I’m very proud of myself!)
Nick stands behind me. He puts a hand on my waist.
I yank in a breath. The world seems to swirl around me.
“Are you going to faint?
I wasn’t concerned, but I was thinking that the fastest way to get your mind off him and on me would be to tell you something truly appalling about him.
Ralph Waldo Pickle Chips! I don’t know him.
You will stay with me. You will sleep here at my side and you will touch me. I am depressed but not when you stroke my chest.
How did you know I was different?
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I did care that we were out in public. I didn’t care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime.
I’m not comfortable in this stadium,
I like girls who eat Carrots. ~ Louis Tomlinson
He’s not that smart.