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Post by ``Mickey. on Jan 22, 2010 18:43:56 GMT -5
Now you're free to be the lonely life of the party. Girl you'll see. Lets get one thing straight! You're gonna regret you left me.
A young girl scurried into the Dollar Store, her red and blonde hair flowing past her shoulders. She made sure to grab a little basket to pile all her useless shit into. The guy behind the counter stared at her as she hurried her little ass past him. She bobbed and weaved through the aisles, finally stopping when she reached all the personal objects. Her phone vibrated in her pocket.
"Hello? Yeah, I'm there. Uh-huh... I'm getting them. I'm gonna buy at least five boxes. I'll see you later... Bye."
Dakota picked up five boxes, each of a different brand, and shoved them into the basket. She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. She didn't even know why she was buying all these stupid things. Sooner or later she would figure it out. This was all probably just some huge mistake. Her mom was probably just freaking out for no apparent reason.
An older woman was standing in the same aisle as her, eyeing her down. Maybe it was the five boxes of pregnancy tests in the shopping basket. She was only seventeen, a little too young to be openly shopping for pregnancy tests. As if Dakota gave a shit. She looked over at the woman, making a face and sticking out her tongue before slowly walking off to go look for other items.
She wasn't sure what else to buy on this sun shiny day at the Dollar Store. Her light brown eyes scanned the shelves. Maybe she could pick up some coloring books and crayons, or possibly some Sunny D. She could live off that stuff. Dakota picked up a Dora the Explorer coloring book and a small box of sixty four crayons. Dakota knew what she was going to do once she got home.
The young girl passed by some food, finally catchin sight of a large bottle of Sunny D. Without hesitation she plopped it into the basket. Her mind suddenly went back to the reason why she was here, and her stomach dropped, and a sick feeling came about her. Dakota just kept her head held high and put a smile on her lips. In the back of her mind she was worried, but she wouldn't dare show it.
The store was rather empty, and quite silent. It annoyed her greatly as she stood there, staring blankly at a bag of chips. The basket was barely hanging from her fingers, and while she was dazed and out of it, the basket slipped, falling to the ugly tile floor. Dakota jumped at the sound, looking to see that the boxes were spread across the floor and the Sunny D was leaking from the top.
"Oh shit..."
((Don't ask about the title. Dollar Store just reminded of Juno, which reminded me of Sunny D and pregnancy tests. XD))
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Jan 23, 2010 0:03:21 GMT -5
reason clouds my eyes WITH SPLENDOR FADING [/b][/center][/font] A figure slithered its way in the Dollar Store. A man yes, yet most people stared at him like he was some foreign alien that had just landed. A tall blue mow hawk took proudly on his head, a black shirt reading 'surf naked' as displayed on his chest, a green and blue kilt wrapped around his legs, and a massive pair of black boots covered his face. Piercings covered his ears, stuck from his nose, and from his lips, rings encircled his fingers, bracelets covered his wrists. And threw it all a rather pleasant tune came from his lips as he whistled, his eyes looking around. But his good mood wasn't going to last long.
He was on a mission, and a rather unpleasant one at that. He just wanted to stop in and grab himself a soda during break, but no... He had to be requested to buy certain other things. Things that no man should ever have to buy on his own. It was the most horrible thing every, and it would probably give him nightmares, but Priestly was a descent enough guy, and he had told his co-worker that he would get some, so his was going to get some. But first, he would do his own shopping.
He glanced at the baskets as he walked in, wondering if he should grab one. He came in here all the time, always set on buying only one item, but of course, that never worked. He would always leave having spent thirty dollars. He didn't even know how he did it. He would just see something, pick it up, and carry it off. He would tell himself that it was only one dollar, that it wouldn't hurt. Then he'd notice the full basket and check out, and what do ya know, all those useless things rang up a high bill. So after staring at the basket for a few seconds, he shook his head and proceeded without one. Once his hands got full then maybe he could leave with a decent enough bill.
Slowly he began weaving his way threw the aisles, looking at all the useless nick-knacks and shit. Along the way he had picked up a slinky, a super-bounce bouncy ball, a solid black t-shirt, a toy gun, some glow sticks, and a small piggy bank. By the time he had even reached the aisle with the drink in it his arms were beginning to fill. he cursed silently to himself, now wishing he would have grabbed a basket to put all this stuff in. He just crammed in all in one arm and grabbed a two liter bottle of orange soda, and a two liter bottle of Mountain Dew. He stuck the caps of the bottles in his full hand so that he had a completely free hand as he went to go pick up the dreading things he was assigned to get.
His feet carried him the the far aisle where he stood facing a long line of tampons and pads. He blinked as his eyes looked at all the different brands, sizes, boxes and bags. Quickly he grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket, flipped it open, and dialed a number. "Code Blue. Hostile territory, aborting mission." His eyes stared at the wall as the voice on the other line asked who he was. "Its Renaissance Man. I'm at the store, to many enemy tampons, I'm bailing." There was a soft chuckle on the phone. 'Alright, stay focus, describe the situation.' Priestly let out a sigh. "Initial re-con seems to be bag or box." 'Box.' Priestly nodded his head."Box, roger that." Then the women on the other side of the phone told him to look about chest height, for something that said regular. He made a face as he looked around. Grabbing a box, his brow furrowed. "Here's a box, but it says 'slender regular'.... How can something be both slender and regular? Isn't that mutually exclusive?" The voice chimed in again, saying something, but he just seemed to ignored her and carried on. "Unless their implying that in the mystery underworld of fem-boxes slender is regular." Again the voice said his name, asking if he was done. He gave a sigh and looked around, spotting the super plus size. He asked why he should just get those. She just told him no, that they were huge and not to get them. "Why not? Shouldn't you get all the protection you can get? It says here they can handle any amount of-- Oh my God." A disgusted look covered his face and he quickly just dropped the box unto the floor, not wanting to even look at it. Another short little conversation came up that he had wished never would have come up, but it did. It ended with her telling him just to get the slender regulars. His reached up with his free hand and grabbed the box. "Over and out. Heading back to base camp."
After that whole ordeal, he had a sudden craving for chips. He went a few aisles over to where the were, and noticed a girl just standing there, staring at the chips. A brow rose in curiosity, but he didn't say anything and proceeded down the aisle to claim his bag. Then she dropped her basket. It had startled him, and for a second he was silent, but then he herd her voice. A smirk cracked onto his lips first, then came the laughter. It wasn't obnoxous or anything, but he had a pretty good laugh out of it. Still having a light chuckle come from him he got closer and picked up the bottle, throwing the shirt he had picked up on top of the puddle. After that he picked up the boxes and placed them back into her basket, not really even looking at them. Afterwards, he held out the basket for her to take. it wasn't til then that he accually saw what the boxes were. One eyebrow raised higher than the other as he ooked back at her face, but he didn't say anything. Atleast not yet anyways.
--- lyrics;; Trading Yesterday - Shattered words;; 1023 sticky notes;; xD I have never seen that movie, but ive been meaning too... >.> I also kind of rambled.... and I stole stuff from Ten Inch Hero, but I couldn't help it... So ya.....
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Post by ``Mickey. on Jan 23, 2010 0:27:59 GMT -5
She heard the guy laugh at her, and she bit down on her lower lip. Her light brown eyes watched him pick everything up for her, even ruining his shirt to clean up her mess. Dakota took the basket from him, noticing how he looked at the boxes inside the basket. She wasn't sure what she would say. A nervous cough came from her lips, and she looked down at the tile floor. "What? Can't a girl buy some pregnancy tests?" She asked softly, a little tease in her tone as she looked up at the guy.
It wasn't until now that she noticed his whack outfit and his crazy hair. She couldn't help but smile at him as her light brown eyes rested on him. With her free hand she ran her fingers slowly through her colorful mass of hair. Dakota looked down at the stuff in her basket, letting out a soft sigh. The phone in her pocket vibrated, but she easily ignored it. It was most likely her mother, wondering where she could possibly be. Dakota was a grown girl, she could handle herself.
A sudden thought came into her head. What if she didn't have enough money to pay for this? She really only came to buy the dumb pregnancy tests and was about to walk out with some Sunny D, a coloring book, and some crayons. Dakota couldn't come in here just for one thing and only leave with one thing. Everything was a dollar so why the hell not? "So what are you doin here anyways? Not everyday you see such...colorful characters in here." She explained as she looked from his mowhawk down to his kilt.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Jan 23, 2010 0:51:32 GMT -5
See, Priestly really wasn't a bad guy. Sure he didn't feel bad about laughing at her, but atleast he cleaned up her mess. He hadn't even questioned all her pregnancy tests. He was thinking about saying something, but she beat him to it. Her little cough, then her comment. "Hey, I never said there was anything wrong with it." His eyes still looking casually at her. He felt no sense of awkwardness, or anything. Sadly, this was a pretty noraml conversation for him. "Besides, seeing from your coloring book I know your a big girl, and you know better, so those probably aren't for you." A very convincing fake smle rested on his lips as he looked at her, his tease slipping threw his lips. In the back of his mind though, he figured that the tests were for her. High schoolers were rather stupid now a days.
He noted the smile, and the way she ran her hand threw her hair. She to had a non-natural color, but he found his hair better though. One, who doesn't love mow hawks, and two, it was blue. Nothing could beat that. Her eyes, a sigh came from her, and her phone viberated. He wondered why she didn't answer it. He could clearly hear it buzz from her pocket, but didn't say anything. Instead, he looked down at the black shirt on the floor, then looked up and around for an employee. A smile came to his face when he saw none. He had grapped the shirt off a shelve, and he'd be damned if he paid for it. Instead he just pushed it under the bottom shelve with his foot, a small stream of Sunny D following it. He just kind of grinned to himself, and thought about going and getting another shirt. But then he looked at the stuff in his arm, and figured that he shouldn't.
As he looked down at the items in his arms, he remembered about the tampons. His eyes looked at the girl infront of him, wondering if she had even noticed them, kind of hoping she hadn't. He didn't feel like explaining, and would probably come up with some horrible lie to make him sound cool, but that was just him. A chuckle came from him as she spoke. He liked her choice of words. I was sent on a top seret mission." He said simply, looking at her. "And I could ask the very same of you, Miss Zones-out-and-drops-my-basket" He flashed her a bright smile.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Jan 23, 2010 1:17:09 GMT -5
She shrugged her shoulders at his first comment. Dakota was just a bit nervous. Though she couldn't help but smile at his second. "I'm gonna need somethin to do when I get home. I mean, if you want I can share." She said with a small smile. It was obvious they were for her, but she was greatful he didn't have to rudely point it out. As if she needed that from a complete stranger. Her light brown eyes just happened to look down at her awesome coloring book. Dora was so dumb. She only got it because Boots was freakin amazing.
Dakota watched him as he tried to hide the disgustin mess, kicking the shirt under the shelves. This made a smirk come to her lips. There was that obvious trail of Sunny D, but that didn't seem to bother him any. With a sigh she pulled down on her black and white plaid jacket. It always rode up, tugging her shirt up and everything. It got so annoying... She sat there, tapping her feet rather loudly. She turned her head towards the shelves, catching sight of some salt and vinegar chips. Dakota reached out with tiny hands and picked up the bag adding it to her basket. As if she didn't have enough already.
Her eyes went back on him, and she looked at all the junk in his arms. Tampons? What was he planning on doing, stickin them up his nose? Guys... She let out a quiet little giggle at his words. "Top secret mission? How cute..." She said with a smile. Dakota then heard his second comment, and a playful pout rested on her lips. "I don't think that was very nice..." She mumbled as her light brown gaze dropped to the basket. The playful pout didn't last long as a smile soon replaced it. "I was gonna offer to share some of my basket, but not with that attitude."
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Jan 23, 2010 1:42:21 GMT -5
Priestly's eyes slightly narrowed as she spoke. His mind was teetertootering with rather she was talking about the coloring book or pregncy tests. But of course, his mind finally settled on the tests, even if that was what she had ment. "You know, the brand in the purple box sucks... I've gotten three false positives." His smile seemed to shie as he loked at her. His eyes had followed hers down to her coloring book. He suddenly felt the urge to go get one. Coloring sounded extremely fun at the moment.
After his horrible magic trick of dissapearing the shirt, he looked back to the girl to watch her sigh and tug at her shirt. He would never under stand why you would wear something if it always did that. He would get to annoyed with it, take it off, and never bother with it again. But then again, he didn't always wear the most fashionable clothes. Most of his shirts were old and worn, saying some stupid remark on them. All of his jeans were tattered and torn, not to mention his three kilts that he wore often. He wa only a quarter scottish too, but he found like he liked them. His eyes went down to her feet as she tapped on the floor. Now that was annoying. When he herd the crinkle of the bag she had picked up though, he quickly looked up. He had completely forgotten about the chips. He looked over and grabbed a back of barbue q chips, and managed to stuff them into his full arm somehow.
He watched her brown eyes move to the heap of shit in his arms, wishing he would have buried the tampon box. It wasn't his fault he had to buy them. He worked at this tiny little sub place, and apparently they had always just kept a box in the women's restroom, and of course they happen t run out when he was leaving. So of course, he had to call it a mission, and of course, she had to giggle and make fun of him for it. "Hey, that is ain't cute. This is serious life or death situations here." It was kind of weird how he could keep a perfectly straight face while saying that, even though it was kinda funny and he was lieing threw his teeth. He meerly grinned when she told him that he made a not so nice comment. But then she spoke again, and a frown covered his features. "I can share my stuffs..." He looked down at what he had in his arms. There was probably nothing that would interest her. "But hey, you never gave me a name, so I had to improvise." his frown quickly flipped into a smile as he looked at her.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Jan 23, 2010 2:09:51 GMT -5
In no way was she talking about the pregnancy tests, but his comment still made a little giggle come out from her pierced lips. "Damn... You never know with these things." She said with a smile. Dakota watched him glance down at her coloring book. "We should color some time." As soon as those words came out she regretted it. "With crayons... Not anything bad... Shutting up." She attemped to fix her words, but only failed, deciding that shutting her mouth was the best thing to do. That sounded like something her friends would say in an attempt to tell a corny sex joke.
He was quite still, and then the sudden crinkling of the bag made her jump some. Barbue Q chips weren't all that great... Her salt and vinegar had them beat. With a sigh she pulled up her tight skinny jeans, showing off some of her neon colored studded belt. She must never wear them tight enough cause her jeans were always falling down, even if they were extreme skinny. Dakota looked back at the boy, his kilt catching her eye yet again. It was just so weird to see someone walking around in a kilt. She did give him props for being brave enough to wear it though.
She couldn't help but let out another giggle. In no way could she believe that he was saying this. The words just played over in her head. "Really now? I'm so sorry. You are such a hero." She teased him yet again. Dakota couldn't help it, he was setting himself up for the torture. "Hey now, I don't wanna lug around your shit." She muttered with a playful roll of her eyes. Her words were only teasing, and hopefully he understood that. "All ya had to do was ask silly. The names Dakota, dear."
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Jan 23, 2010 2:29:58 GMT -5
A smile rested on his lips as she spoke. Then she spoke again. Surprisingly, he hadn't taken it the wrong way at all, which was weird, considering he usually took everything in a sexual manner. It was only when she started trying to correct herself that his mind starting getting some rather odd ideas. He laughed lightly as he looked at her. "Suuure... Crayons." He gave her a playful wink, then laughed again. This was rather fun. Its not everyday you got coloring books, pregnancy tests, and cony sex jokes all in one conversation like this.
He almost laughed when she jumped. His eyes resting on her voice of chips. "I don't know how you can eat those...." He said, an almost look of disgust on his face as he looked at her bag of chips. They were gross, worse than gross. Those chips could kill someone. But then she went again fixing her clothes. Pull down the shirt, and pull up the pants. He did kind of like the obnoxious colored belt. Colors were always fun. But then he caught her eyes looking at the kilt. "Hey, don't be eyeballing my kilt...." His voice sounded extremely serious, but the look on his face told otherwise. His lips were still carved into a stupid grin. It was hard to keep a straight face, but he did try his best.
His eyebrows wrinkled at her tease. "Damn right I'm a hero." He said, holding his head a little higher. Of course he wasn't being serious, but he was doing a pretty good job of making it look that way. Her next words just made him stare at her. "This is not shit. This is grade A shit." He couldn't help but grin. But then she called him dear. Dear? Did he look like a dear? "Dakota? That ain't a name, thats a state." He threw a tease back at her. He was going to ask North or South, but didn't. He figured he would save it for later or something.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Jan 23, 2010 2:55:02 GMT -5
She couldn't help but laugh at his comment. Dakota put on a sudden straight face. "You know you want some of this." She was doing such a great job at keeping a straight face, but she let a smile creep onto her lips. Dakota was getting tired of holding that dumb basket, so she set it down on the tile since she obviously wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. She didn't mind any. This character was the only thing keeping her from coloring in that Dora coloring book.
She heard his comment, and rolled her eyes. "I don't know what you're talkin about. I think someone needs to turn the light on in the attic." She explained with a sigh as she pointed at his noggin. Dakota couldn't believe what she had just heard. Salt and vinegar nasty? Puh-lease! She could live off of the stuff. "I'll eyeball your kilt all I want to. It's a very nice kilt, and I give you props for having the balls to wear it in public." She teased with a wide grin and a little giggle. Wait, that could be taken wrong too... Why would she be making comments on his "very nice kilt"? She was slappin herself on the inside.
"Psh... I wouldn't rely on you." She teased with a smile. Dakota just listened to his words, and she rolled her eyes playfully. "Mhm... Whether it's grade A or not it's shit." More teasing words came from her curved lips. She couldn't help but tease him. Yet again he was setting himself up, but then he made that comment, and she instantly frowned. "I'm the reason they named those states." She said softly as a smile returned to her lips.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Jan 23, 2010 3:16:38 GMT -5
Priestly couldn't hold it in any longer. He laughed, rather hard to. He didn't mean it has an insult or anything, but it just came out. And when he laughed, well, he laughed. "Damn right I do." The smile that had snuck onto her face was no match for his. It was big and bright and not going anywhere anytime soon. His eyes watched as she set her basket down. Then he looked at the random items in his arms. Yep, should have got a basket. Instead he just sorta shifted some of the weight around so it wasn't all in one arm anymore. Sure he didn't have that much stuff, but it got tiresome after awhile.
He narrowed his eyes as hers rolled. "Excuse me, I have a hamster running on a wheel, not some stupid light bulb. And don't make fun of Steve if he don't run that fast. He's over weight." He almost sounded like a little kid as he spoke. Sadly, he had told many people about this 'Steve'. The hamster that ran on his little wheel to power his body. Who needed a brain when you could have an obese rodent thinking for you? Her next few words caught him off guard. He figured she would bash on his kilt, not compliment it. "Well, I guess if you like it so much then you can look at it. Even though I know it is just a cover up so you can look at my as."
He let out a scuff when she spoke. "Well fine then. If ever you're in trouble don't come crying to me..." He wanted to fold his arms and pout like a little kid, but he really couldn't with the random stuff he was holding. "Hey now, they is no need for that kind of negativity." His voice came out playful even though his face looked serious. It was hard to keep it all serious, considering how stupidly childish they were acting."Really now? They were named a while ago, so you must be really old...." Another disgusted looked fell over his features as he looked at her, trying to pull off the old people being gross thing.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Jan 23, 2010 3:35:36 GMT -5
Dakota heard his laughter and wondered if he was laughing at her and now with her. The bright smile and joy on her face vanished, until she heard his comment. "Who doesn't?" She asked with a grin. She watched him look down at her basket, and she just had to be nice. He looked so miserable with all that junk in his arms. "Ya know, if ya want to you can put all that shit in my basket. You just gotta carry it. Deal?" Whether he agreed or not she wouldn't be carrying the basket.
"A hamster? I love hamsters. Poor thing is stuck up in there... I'll save you Steve!" She said with a cute little giggle. Dakota really didn't get this guy, but she had to say she didn't mind him. He was pretty cool, a little immature, but cool. "Damn... You caught me. I guess I can look but can't touch right?" She asked with a playful wink. She could only imagine what thing he would come up with in that little brain of his. Oh, wait, in that empty noggin of his. Poor Steve was probably taking a break, or died of cardiac arrest.
She smiled at his words. "No... Don't leave me like that. I might need you one day." A pout soon rested on her lips in a playful manner, and she crossed her arms over her chest. Dakota looked up at the whack job when his second comment came out. "I'll be as negative as I want to." She whined as she made a face and stuck out her tongue. This had to be one of the strangest conversations. "Well damn... I still look hot." Dakota giggled.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Jan 23, 2010 3:57:19 GMT -5
Kudo points for her for not feeling bad about him laughing. Well, maybe not. So kudos to her for being able to stick around him for so long. "Your mom." He laughed again. For some reason he found that funnier than what it should have been. It was actually kinda wrong, but he still found it funny. "Deal!" He didn't even hesitate. He wanted a basket, and was to lazy to walk across the store to get one, and he wasn't about to just steal hers, so this worked. He just sorta dropped everything in the basket, the box of tampons missing and falling on the floor. It suddenly made him remember about work. His break was probably over by know. O well. They could suck his cock. He picked up the stupid fem-box and threw it in the cart, making a face as he did so. Girls were gross. Period.
Priestly's eyes narrowed when she said she needed to save Steve. "Hey, I take care of Steve. You don't need to save him. And if you ever did, you'd need to find me a new hamster...." The seriousness had gone back into his voice as he looked at her. It was fun acting like a nut job. Then again, who's acting? "Well, that all depends." A sly grin slide across his face as he looked at her. So many stupid little things ran threw his mind as he stood there. "But I'm just tellin' ya know. Pinching is off limits..." He flashed her another bright smile as he stood there.
A scuff came from him as she spoke. "Why would I save you? One, you said I was unreliable, and two, what's in it for me?" His smile turned crooked as his gray-green eyes looked at her. An appalled look fell over his features when she stuck out her tongue at him. "Well then, you can take your negativity else where." He slightly stuck his nose up in the air as he look at her. At her next comment he made a face. "Well.... I don't know if I would use the word 'hot'........" No smile rested on his lips this time, and for once he actually kept a straight face.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Jan 23, 2010 4:16:04 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed at him and she let out a soft sigh. She just stood there, glaring at him with a straight face. She watched him dump all of his stuff in the basket, watching the tampons fall to the tile floor. "That time of the month? No wonder you're so moody." She teased, that bright smile coming back to her lips. Dakota suddenly thought about her mother. She was probably waiting for her right now, but she didn't really give a shit. She was having fun here with this obnoxious little weirdo. She was surprised she had lasted as long as she did.
"New hamster my ass. You'll just have to grow a brain." Her face was lit up by a grin. Hell, if she pulled out that hamster she would be doing both of them a favor. Dakota then heard his comments. A smirk came to her lips. They were getting way too into this conversation. "Oh... I don't like pinching anyways. It's a pain in my ass." She let out a soft giggle at her cheesy little joke. For some reason she had the feeling he wouldn't laugh because he was too cool to think her corny jokes were funny.
She had to think for a little bit. "Um... You get my love and affection?" Dakota didn't like the way that sounded, but it made her smile widely. He would turn that against her like he did everything else. She wasn't a negative person, she was just telling him the truth about his shit. "Psh... Like you want me to leave." She teased with a small giggle. That beaming smile was smacked off her face at his comment. She didn't know what to say. Was he calling her...ugly? Dakota took in a deep breath. "Then what word would you use...?" She asked softly, her face blank and her light brown eyes wide.
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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Jan 23, 2010 4:32:23 GMT -5
"Hardee har har." He just flipped the icky yellow box into the basket and looked at her. "I will never understand you girls, and those gross things." And that was all he had to stay about that. Tampons were rated the grosses thing in the world right now. Even grosses the baby puke and an old man in a speedo. He didn't want to think about it. Suddenly a rather loud obnoxious noise came from Priestly's pocket. He raised an eyebrow and pulled out his phone. 'Tish' was calling. He made a face, then stuck his phone back in his pocket. He didn't want to go back. Not yet anyways.
He glared at her. "Grow a brain? How the hell am I suppose to do that with no hamster?" But then again, maybe he could use a ferret, or a gerbil or something. Just some kind of small rodent that would fit in his head and run on a wheel for its entire life. Her comment put a smile on his face. "My thoughts exactly!" He let off a light chuckle, crossing over his chest after wards.
When she spoke he looked at her like she had just sprouted a second head. "Now what am I suppose to do with love an affection? Now I can use lust and kinkiness, if your willing to offer that." A rather large grin splatted on his face as he looked at her. "O... You caught me. I never ever want you to leave my side." Sarcasm seemed to drip off his every word as he spoke, but the smile still remained on his face.But it slightly dwindled when her how mood seemed to change. He didn't think she would take him as seriously as she had. Or was she just playing him? Damn girls and their mind tricks. "Sexy." His words were extremely simple, and he just sort of nodded his head.
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Post by ``Mickey. on Jan 23, 2010 4:54:34 GMT -5
His phone rang loudly, and he raised a brow, only to shrug it off her shoulders. She rolled her eyes at him. She had never expected a guy to understand that time that came every month. Yeah, and that time was pure hell. "You have no idea what shit we go through... Just sayin." Dakota explained with a shrug and a smile. "I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want us bleeding everywhere. 'Oh honey sit on my lap. Oh no, you got period blood on my new jeans!'" She joked in a low, guy-like tone. Surprisingly she didn't laugh, but there was a beaming grin on her lips. Guys would never understand that chicks have a period to deal with every month, and they also have to give birth. What does a guy have to do? Nothing...?
"Whatever... I'm pretty sure Steve would be glad if I save him." She said simply with a shrug of her shoulder. Dakota wondered where half this shit even came from. She let out a little giggle at his words. She nodded her head, her colorful hair flowing along with it. "Ya know, I don't really understand the whole grabbing and or slapping the ass thing. I just go along with it." She said softly as she thought about it. Dakota had her fair share of grabs and slaps.
Dakota raised a brow at him. "I don't think I would mind..." She teased, resting her hand on his shoulders letting it run slowly down his chest, giving him a playful wink. She did all of this without laughing. She was quite surprised with herself. "If I left right now you wouldn't have anything to stare at. You'd have to go back to work." She said simply. Dakota heard his response. So she wasn't ugly and she wasn't hot? She was...sexy? A beaming smile rested on her lips. "Really now? I can settle with that."
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