I roll my eyes at him playfully and fall off him purposely and onto the floor, stealing a pillow from the couch and burying my face in it, "The one time I ask you to be the real Nic -- the ladies man and perv at times, you choose to be a Jace," I say playfully, glancing up at him.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I look at him, "I can be bad!" I exclaim, "Watch he do something bad in the next five minutes. Rayah polluted my brain..." I shudder, "But I can be bad."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I mock him before standing and glancing around. Jackpot.
I take scissors from the drawer and remember what Rayah told me like five weeks ago.
'You only wear tees and jeans. Try a...a cut off tank and short-shorts. Like really.'
I close my eyes and take a deep breath before cutting off my sleeves, and then my stomach area, thanking god I'm skinny again. I cut my shorts too, and let my hair down, "Bad, huh? I just like...turned into a Aphrodite's daughter..." I chuckle, looking down at myself, "These shorts look good on my a*s though..." I joke.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!