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I complained, I just wanted to go back to sleep. “I suppose so.” She throws her hands up like it couldn’t be helped.
That was one thing about Lady Miranda. She was a drama quee, How To Date A Vietnamese Girl.
“But only-“ After another few hours, countless drinks and a horrible game of Naughts & Crosses Shots I told Declan I was ready for bed. Ali and Jaz had gone up during the game, after Jaz had one too many drinks. There was now only me and Declan up, after everyone falling asleep around the room, not using the stack of sleeping bags that were in the corner.
Declan helped a very drunk me to my feet and practically carried me into his room so that he could sort me a tee shirt out. He was surprising quite a gentleman, he got me the shirt and turned around when I undressed without any warning. I thought it strange that he wasn’t drunk at all, but then again he didn’t have a drink all night. I suppose so that he could make sure everything was under control.
“ I gotta go,” I said sheepishly turning on my heel. And Nora left. A/N: Cliff hanger!
I wont be updating tomorrow depending on whether or not i’m home. So right now all you guys can do is imagine what happens next. Fun eh? I know. Anyways till next time byeee 🙂 “Frank, do what I say right now!” Jason said and this time he wasn’t calm, he was very mad. I nodded at the suggestions tossed out by a few of the girls. This time, though, I wouldn’t be sharing. Catching your boyfriend cheating on you at Homecoming isn’t that funny, really.
Simon “Oh thank god you saw me because I couldn’t find anyone” I said and hugged him back After what seemed like five minutes I gabbed the soap from its holder and rubbed it onto my body, How To Date A Vietnamese Girl then I put it back and washed the soap traces off of my body. Next I grabbed the shampoo and squeezed a bit out on my hand. I massaged my scalp until it turned into a foamy substance like; bubbles. Then I rinsed it out. My face cleanser was on the bathroom floor so I decided to use it too. I picked it up and rubbed some of it onto my face it a circle patter, How To Date A Vietnamese Girl.
Then I washed it off. Oh God, please help me. “Got to go.” I said, pushing him away. I turned around, walking to the girls’ shower room, still blushing.
“This is pretty strange.” Jake walks closely behind us, his nervousness showing through his voice.
“Last time I heard definitive whispers.
This time I can only hear a loud ringing in my head.”