I smile, standing and getting the whole bottle and bringing it to the bed. I put on one of his shirts as a nightshirt, leaving pants off as I climb back in bed, texting him, Your missing out on me pantless...: P
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I chuckle and roll on my stomach, glancing at the door for a second before texting back. D*mn. That's exactly what I wished for on a shooting star on my walk over too. : (
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I think, smiling, before sniffing my arm. I smell like chlorine... for some reason. I look at the door and narrow my eyes at it, wondering what Nic did to me.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I put my phone on the charger before daring to crawl back in, feeling something go through my hand. Wincing, I glance down and find a wooden stake, dropping to the ground.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
My hand turns to ash and I swallow, staring at the ceiling before crawling with my elbows to the bathroom, sitting on the side of the bath, I try to yank it out but find I can't.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I jump in the apartment from the bathroom window and find Rayah against the tub, one of her hands ashen with a stake sticking out of it. Swallowing, I lock the bathroom door and drop beside her, fingering the stake.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside