I peek from the cushion to find Nic studying me. A sly smile spreads across his face before he looks at the chair again. His eyes widen as he puts things together with my thoughts, bursting into laughter.
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
"And this is how I die," I mutter, watching Nic with fear and utter embarrassment.
He straddles Jackie's waist and pulls her into a heated kiss before moving around to her ear and whispering it. After which, he falls on the floor and starts laughing again.
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 sit there the same as Jackie, knowing this isn't the end of the teasing. Nic looks at Rayah and calms his laughter a bit.
"I know," he says. "You guys broke the chair. But for what you said about me f**king myself in a hole... let me bring Jackie and I'll be okay with that."
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 cough, getting mental images, before looking back at him, "We broke the chair because us supernaturals have more swag then you mortals will ever had."
Jackie stands, shaking slightly, before sitting down and bringing her knees to her face, "I feel raped... And violated."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting. — J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan