Okay people... it's the post your dying for. Well, not really... But you will find out if one of the posts is true or not, because we all well know that I'm not really gonna tell you.
So, last night after I hung up on my neighbor, Patrick the Fourth(which happened to be icing on a cake from hell), Disappearing Jake called. He said, "so when you comin' over," mostly jovially, like he often does. This time, instead of saying "never!" I asked Kelli, did she mind? She didn't. I relayed that to Jake and five minutes later, I found myself in Sparky, headed for the highway. By the way, I'm going back tonight. Anyway...
I got to his house and we hung out. Talking like we always do. At one point he gets up and turns off the lights and I thought he was gonna come over and try to kiss me, and I said "Hey! No." Then he turned the kitchen light on and looked at me funny. He said the light was too bright(it was like one a.m.). And he said "are you scared?" Because he'd been asking me all night (jovially, partly) if I was scared or nervous because he might be a psycho killer. I didn't think he was. I felt like I'd known him for a long time. I've felt like that since we started talking on the phone until three in the morning. So, I told him the truth... I don't like being in the dark in strange places. Whatever.
He teased me and we talked for a while. He got up to use the bathroom and I got up to look at some movies. American Beauty is one of my faves. He got back in the room and flopped down on the couch were I had been sitting. I accused him of stealing my seat. He said he only went where the pillow was. I sat down on him sorta, sliding off backwards so my pelvic bones weren't digging into his torso. He put his arms around me and we kept talking.
He yawned, I asked him if he wanted me to leave. He wrapped his arms around me tighter and said: "never." We talked for a while. I had my arm on the back of his neck. Every so often he would turn his head and kiss my arm. And one time I leaned down and kissed his temple and pulled back up. (remember, he's lying down, I'm sitting.) Then, he started to lean up and I leaned down and we started kissing.
Psycho Killer
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Psycho Killer
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So, last night after I hung up on my neighbor, Patrick the Fourth(which happened to be icing on a cake from hell), Disappearing Jake called. He said, "so when you comin' over," mostly jovially, like he often does. This time, instead of saying "never!" I asked Kelli, did she mind? She didn't. I relayed that to Jake and five minutes later, I found myself in Sparky, headed for the highway. By the way, I'm going back tonight. Anyway...
I got to his house and we hung out. Talking like we always do. At one point he gets up and turns off the lights and I thought he was gonna come over and try to kiss me, and I said "Hey! No." Then he turned the kitchen light on and looked at me funny. He said the light was too bright(it was like one a.m.). And he said "are you scared?" Because he'd been asking me all night (jovially, partly) if I was scared or nervous because he might be a psycho killer. I didn't think he was. I felt like I'd known him for a long time. I've felt like that since we started talking on the phone until three in the morning. So, I told him the truth... I don't like being in the dark in strange places. Whatever.
He teased me and we talked for a while. He got up to use the bathroom and I got up to look at some movies. American Beauty is one of my faves. He got back in the room and flopped down on the couch were I had been sitting. I accused him of stealing my seat. He said he only went where the pillow was. I sat down on him sorta, sliding off backwards so my pelvic bones weren't digging into his torso. He put his arms around me and we kept talking.
He yawned, I asked him if he wanted me to leave. He wrapped his arms around me tighter and said: "never." We talked for a while. I had my arm on the back of his neck. Every so often he would turn his head and kiss my arm. And one time I leaned down and kissed his temple and pulled back up. (remember, he's lying down, I'm sitting.) Then, he started to lean up and I leaned down and we started kissing.
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
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