I nodded, "You did." I said playing around with him. "No, you didn't sound like Jesse Mcartney, your right." I bit my lip. "No, you sounded like Justin Bieber." I laughed.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I smiled. "Exactly." He grabbs me and kisses me, mad. I laugh. "No-No... I didn't mean it like that, don't hurt me!" I laughed histaricly. And he keeps kissing me.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Jace shrugs. "I might of had a few drinks before you came back and they might be coming back for me again. Either that, or I'm high off of seeing you."
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
For according to the trollish philosopher Plateau, "if you wants to understan' an enemy, you gotta walk a mile in his shoes. Den, if he's still your enemy, at least you're a mile away and he's got no shoes." — A Blink of the Screen by Terry Pratchett
