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Sisi-Alex
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“First of all . . . I have standards. I’ve never been with an ugly woman.
Ever. Second of all, I wanted to sleep with you. I thought about throwing you over my couch fifty different ways, but I haven’t because I don’t see you that way anymore. It’s not that I’m not attracted to you, I just think you’re better than that.”
― Walking Disaster
Ever. Second of all, I wanted to sleep with you. I thought about throwing you over my couch fifty different ways, but I haven’t because I don’t see you that way anymore. It’s not that I’m not attracted to you, I just think you’re better than that.”
― Walking Disaster
“I stumbled into the living room, and Thomas handed me a bottle of whiskey. They all had some in a glass
"You told them?" I asked Trenton, my voice broken.
Trenton nodded.
I collapsed to my knees, and my brothers surrounded me, placing their hands on my head and shoulders for support.”
― Walking Disaster
"You told them?" I asked Trenton, my voice broken.
Trenton nodded.
I collapsed to my knees, and my brothers surrounded me, placing their hands on my head and shoulders for support.”
― Walking Disaster
“There's a girl, Dad."
He smiled a bit. "A girl."
"She kinda hates me, and I kinda..."
"Love her?"
"I don't know. I don't think so. I mean...how do you know?"
His smile grew wider. "When you're talking about her with your old dad because you don't know what else to do.”
― Walking Disaster
He smiled a bit. "A girl."
"She kinda hates me, and I kinda..."
"Love her?"
"I don't know. I don't think so. I mean...how do you know?"
His smile grew wider. "When you're talking about her with your old dad because you don't know what else to do.”
― Walking Disaster
“I still love you, Pidge.”
She didn’t look up. “Don’t. I’m not doing this for you.”
I sucked in a breath, physical pain shooting in all directions in my chest. “I know.”
― Walking Disaster
She didn’t look up. “Don’t. I’m not doing this for you.”
I sucked in a breath, physical pain shooting in all directions in my chest. “I know.”
― Walking Disaster
“When Pidge wakes up, let me know, okay?” he said in a soft voice. “I got spaghetti,
and pancakes, and strawberries, and that oatmeal shit with the chocolate packets, and she
likes Fruity Pebbles cereal, right, Mare?” he asked, turning.
When he saw me, he froze. After an awkward pause, his expression melted, and his
voice was smooth and sweet.“Hey, Pigeon.”
I couldn’t have been more confused if I had woken up in a foreign country. Nothing
made sense. At first I thought I had been evicted, and then Travis comes home with bags
full of my favorite foods.
He took a few steps into the living room, nervously shoving his hands in his pockets.
“You hungry, Pidge? I’ll make you some pancakes. Or there’s uh…there’s some oatmeal.
And I got you some of that pink foamy shit that girl’s shave with, and a hairdryer, and a…
a….just a sec, it’s in here,” he said, rushing to the bedroom.
The door opened, shut, and then he rounded the corner, the color gone from his face.
He took a deep breath and his eyebrows pulled in. “Your stuff’s packed.”
“I know,” I said.
“You’re leaving,” he said, defeated.”
― Beautiful Disaster
and pancakes, and strawberries, and that oatmeal shit with the chocolate packets, and she
likes Fruity Pebbles cereal, right, Mare?” he asked, turning.
When he saw me, he froze. After an awkward pause, his expression melted, and his
voice was smooth and sweet.“Hey, Pigeon.”
I couldn’t have been more confused if I had woken up in a foreign country. Nothing
made sense. At first I thought I had been evicted, and then Travis comes home with bags
full of my favorite foods.
He took a few steps into the living room, nervously shoving his hands in his pockets.
“You hungry, Pidge? I’ll make you some pancakes. Or there’s uh…there’s some oatmeal.
And I got you some of that pink foamy shit that girl’s shave with, and a hairdryer, and a…
a….just a sec, it’s in here,” he said, rushing to the bedroom.
The door opened, shut, and then he rounded the corner, the color gone from his face.
He took a deep breath and his eyebrows pulled in. “Your stuff’s packed.”
“I know,” I said.
“You’re leaving,” he said, defeated.”
― Beautiful Disaster
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