One sweet dream. Pick up your bags and get in the limosine. Soon, we'll be away from here. Step on the gas and wipe that tear away.

>.< Gah. Yes, long story. Technically not a stalker, but he's been... weird about me ever sense toddle-hood. I feel sorry for him though, he has a few mental issues. But yeah, a creepy crush I think. If I don't answer the phone the first time, he'll call up to four times more in a row, and then call me again a few days later. Anyways... I only attract the creepy people >.<

I just lost the game again. Twice.

I lost the game -_-

gtg

Same here, except for this year.
There's a guy that everyone thinks is a total hottie, but he's a complete douche, and he flirts with me. ALL. THE. FREAKING. TIME. But then again, he's a douche, so that still makes him creepy, doesn't it?

Why don't you just stop calling him back?
Well, actually if he has mental issues then I'd feel sorry for him and be guilted into calling him back...so I see.

Bye!

Hey guys!

Hai! Merry (Late) Christmas!

Hearts!!!

I was at my Aunts house for a few days! A hate my Aunts house

But it's good to be back!!

Want me to go back and look at your last post Lights?

Eh, I can sum it up.

She would've said no, but then she saw the cocky look on his face and decided to agree to the bet. If she loses, she'll teach him how to stand on his hands and stuff like that...

Stark: I raised my eyebrows and my grin widened, "Come on then, I know the perfect secret bar. I know you wouldn't want anyone seeing you get drunk because of a bet," I said smoothly.

Myrah: "Lead the way then," I say although I'm cringing on the inside. What the hell have I gotten myself into? I've never even had a shot!

Stark: I chuckled softly and turned on my heal, "Follow at your own risk Myrah," I started to walk down the sidewalk, slipping my hands into my pockets.

Myrah: That's why, I think. That cocky atitude and all of that fake swagger. Fine then- if he wants to play, then I will too. I rip off my apron and toss it in the car before following after him. "I'm not the one I'm worried about," I sniff.

Stark: "Really now?" I asked, an amusing tone to my voice, "Is that what you think Myrah? Cause if I were you, I'd be thinking about how vulnerable someone is when they're drunk."

Myrah: I stop dead in my tracks, my fists clenched as a blush comes to my face. "I swear, if you try anything, anything at all, I'll hunt you down the next day and run you over until your own mother won't be able to recognize you!"

Stark: "There's a problem with that little scene you have planned out in your head," I said to her, my smile slipping slightly, "But I won't try anything on you Myrah. I know you'd try to hurt me anyway."

psssst Pavie! Did you read 46 and 47?