Quotes added on Friday, May 3 2013
'I love you.'
do you have evidence to support this statement
or...?
Things i hate:213
When girls 13 years old
look like they
19 years old or older D:
When girls 13 years old
look like they
19 years old or older D:
I
don't run from my problems,
I strut.
I strut.
I knew i couldn't say these words to you
I have no courage to be with YOU
We can't be together in this LIFE
I wait to be with YOU in the next one
I will always Waiting for YOU
“Hatred is love that’s been injured. If you have
hatred in your heart it means you have love in it also.”
— Deborah Brevoort ― The Women of Lockerbie
You're not perfect,
and that's perfectly fine.
I fell In love With Mickey Mouse (literally)
Chapter 24
If you wake me up again...I swear
Chapter 24
If you wake me up again...I swear
"He's not here. I just needed to wake you up." She
said. I rolled my eyes and attempted to crawl back into bed
again. Spencer grabbed my shoulders and yanked me back. I looked
at her with an angry expression.
"What do you want?" I muttered.
"I want you to help me." She begged. This was a first. Spencer never needed my help. I was the one who went on advice hunt. Not her.
"Whats the matter?" I asked with deep concern,
"I don't know what to wear!" She complained. Spencer went about tumbling her clothes in her purple suit case. I looked at her with a suprised expression. Spencer needed help. Spencer needed help on what to wear? Someone pinch me I must be dreaming. I thought as I studied Spencers clothes. It was as if the suit case vomited all over the floor.
"You need help on what to wear?" I sarcastically asked. She looked at me with an annoyed expression.
"Yes, I know it sounds hard to beileve but please." She begged again. I was a milimeter away from checking Spencer's temperature. I bent down on my knees and sorted out the messy clothes.
"You know you picked the worst person for fashion advice." I said.
"Well my other choice is Roger." She explained while she eyed a purple dress. Oh my god, my poor Spencer. She must've been head over heels for Tony. Fashion was something she was always confident about. If she doubted her sense now. Then her love affair must be really dangerous. I don't know why she thought that I would have been a better choice. Roger would have been the wiser choice. Since he was a guy and guys know what guys like. Mabye she didn't think of it that way.
"Spencer." I said. She threw away the purple dress.
"What?" She panicked.
"Why don't you ask Roger, he is a guy. So he could tell you what guys like." I suggested. The light bulb in Spencer's head went off.
"That's brilliant!" She screeched.
"What's brilliant?" Roger muttered as he came inside. He was wearing his gray sweats and no shirt. He never liked wearing shirts. Heck, he never liked wearing clothes. If he could, he'd walk around naked all the time.
"You're telling me what to wear!" Spencer excitidly said. Roger's eyes widened and he turned around to escape. His efforts were pointless. Spencer grabbed his neck and pulled him back. He came down and crashed next to me on the floor. He put his arm around me and wiped his eyes.
"Roger!" Spencer yelled.
"What?" Roger yawned.
"Tell me what to wear!" Spencer comanded. Roger handed her an hanger with no clothes.
"There is nothing on this!" Spencer complained.
"Exactly." Roger said. I giggled causing Roger to smile. Spencer became iritated.
"This isn't funny guys. I want to impress him." She was nearly in tears. I stopped giggling. Roger looked concerned.
"Spenc whats wrong?" I asked. She let out a tear or two.
"There are a lot of girls that like him and I'm afraid. I'm afraid of losing him. You guys don't get it do you? He means a lot to me. I've never felt this way. It's like he's the missing part of me." She said.
(guys I know this is short, but i was really tired so im sorry. i will write again later on. I ask that if you read this you would fav or coment. I don't write for the favs I'm just curious as to how many people actually read my story so yeah thank you and have a great weekened:)
"What do you want?" I muttered.
"I want you to help me." She begged. This was a first. Spencer never needed my help. I was the one who went on advice hunt. Not her.
"Whats the matter?" I asked with deep concern,
"I don't know what to wear!" She complained. Spencer went about tumbling her clothes in her purple suit case. I looked at her with a suprised expression. Spencer needed help. Spencer needed help on what to wear? Someone pinch me I must be dreaming. I thought as I studied Spencers clothes. It was as if the suit case vomited all over the floor.
"You need help on what to wear?" I sarcastically asked. She looked at me with an annoyed expression.
"Yes, I know it sounds hard to beileve but please." She begged again. I was a milimeter away from checking Spencer's temperature. I bent down on my knees and sorted out the messy clothes.
"You know you picked the worst person for fashion advice." I said.
"Well my other choice is Roger." She explained while she eyed a purple dress. Oh my god, my poor Spencer. She must've been head over heels for Tony. Fashion was something she was always confident about. If she doubted her sense now. Then her love affair must be really dangerous. I don't know why she thought that I would have been a better choice. Roger would have been the wiser choice. Since he was a guy and guys know what guys like. Mabye she didn't think of it that way.
"Spencer." I said. She threw away the purple dress.
"What?" She panicked.
"Why don't you ask Roger, he is a guy. So he could tell you what guys like." I suggested. The light bulb in Spencer's head went off.
"That's brilliant!" She screeched.
"What's brilliant?" Roger muttered as he came inside. He was wearing his gray sweats and no shirt. He never liked wearing shirts. Heck, he never liked wearing clothes. If he could, he'd walk around naked all the time.
"You're telling me what to wear!" Spencer excitidly said. Roger's eyes widened and he turned around to escape. His efforts were pointless. Spencer grabbed his neck and pulled him back. He came down and crashed next to me on the floor. He put his arm around me and wiped his eyes.
"Roger!" Spencer yelled.
"What?" Roger yawned.
"Tell me what to wear!" Spencer comanded. Roger handed her an hanger with no clothes.
"There is nothing on this!" Spencer complained.
"Exactly." Roger said. I giggled causing Roger to smile. Spencer became iritated.
"This isn't funny guys. I want to impress him." She was nearly in tears. I stopped giggling. Roger looked concerned.
"Spenc whats wrong?" I asked. She let out a tear or two.
"There are a lot of girls that like him and I'm afraid. I'm afraid of losing him. You guys don't get it do you? He means a lot to me. I've never felt this way. It's like he's the missing part of me." She said.
(guys I know this is short, but i was really tired so im sorry. i will write again later on. I ask that if you read this you would fav or coment. I don't write for the favs I'm just curious as to how many people actually read my story so yeah thank you and have a great weekened:)
Teacher: From all of this talking, I assume you're done with your work.
Me:From all of this complaining, I assume that you're still single.
That sad moment
when your toothpaste does
a suicide dive off of your toothbrush.
