It stays quiet for a little and I paint the wall with great concentration, very aware of the way she bites her lip. I hesitate before splattering paint in her direction, wanting a little fun.
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
He splatters paint in my direction and I freeze, looking over at him playfully before wiping it off my arm. I smile and keep biting my lip, smiling before splattering paint back at him.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I try to get up again and somehow manage it, the tray stuck to my behind. Laughing, I shake my head and free myself from it, holding out a paint covered pair of hands to help Whitney up.
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
Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before. — Captain James T. Kirk
