“Derek, don’t insult me, you’re like the             bastard son I never wanted, that would be….”             Wait a second, what was that taste on her             lips? That tacky cheap-ass mint taste? 

            And then she bent over, gagging.

      ' we did-- we did, didn't we-- ' he watched          as she bent over to gag, a hand going to          cover his mouth as he thought more about          how it may have occurred. ' oh f u c k i n g          gross! listen-- you can't tell my boyfriend           about this. '

i missed you !! How have you been ?!

buuuuuusy with schooool and other rp blogs, tbh.

feel free to add me on skype at panicatamityville, considering i probably won’t visit this blog until march.