Oriental Wives or girlfriends
He shrugs his shoulders “Don’t know” “Charlie you scared the crap out of me! Why did you call and say everything was ok?” Charlie went ridged, her body pulled away from his and her finger directed itself at my stomach. I lose myself in my instinct, my eyes grow hard and I take a step backwards.
My senses seem to be heightened and my reasoning has evaporated.
They are so close. “I just wish she would tell me something. I feel like I’m waiting for results from a doctor.
” I said, sniffing. “So this is it Nikki, no teardrops okay?!” smiled Nick as he glances to Nikki one last time. “ Cwan inv stwchvn mthy setae?” I muttered into the desk. He dived into the purple lake water, his majestic form sliding beneath the shiny surface.
I chuckled silently, and headed towards our house.
Maybe, today, I’ll fix my famous flaky biscuits. “Can you tell us what your plan is?” a slightly chubbier man with raven black hair in the corner of the table asks politely.
He seems to be the most complacent of them all, yet has a strange, dark aura. “Oh yeah, let’s see you try.” he said, smirking too. No. Not this time. “ Anything?” He asked raising an eyebrow.
I turned around and saw them running towards the car. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
I really didn’t mean to call you my friend, I’m sorry for thinking you as my friend.
“Yeah…” She choked on her breath. Hair in her face, body sticky with precipitation, she caught sight of Derik, looking composed and handsome as ever from where he leaned on the wall, arms flexing as he crossed them. Goddess, why, oh why, did he look so…good? Better yet, why couldn’t she have had blonde hair, and a pixie body? I did as told and closed my mouth. My hair was actually, good looking.
My side bangs were braided into a crowd on the top of my hair. My loose ends of my black hair were in wavy curls. While the middle of my hair was still normal. My lips were cherry red as the same color of the dress.
The dress was revealing my perfect shade of tan ski, White Men Love Asian Women. I’ll admit, Heather did a great job. “Cool” he said “Were having pizza” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alex’s POV I grabbed his hand and looked out of the window.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked you into this.” “Oh, he can’t come. He came home this morning . . . He was drinking.
” Maria whispered. “It wasn’t part of the pla, White Men Love Asian Women. The whole concert thing.” he whispered in my ear. He held me tighter in his arms.