I HAVE NO TITLE! OHNOES!! O.o;;
The Most Obscenely and un-necessarily long summary you will ever read:
I don't think you're ready for this...
No really...
Are you still willing to subject yourself to this even after I've warned you three times already?
Wow you're funny, can I throw a lemon at your head?
Ok, now you probably think I write like a first grader, right?
Can first gradrers even write?
I forget.
Anyways!
If you haven't guessed... I'm a very big procrastinator.
I like strawberries and cake on sundays.
And Gravitation with a little bit of rainbow on the side, well done. Heheh.
OK!
–L ANOTHER of my CRAZY cough awesome, ideas! Tell me if you want me to continue this chapter and story or not, in a review. If my writing sucks, needs improvement, let me know PLLLLLLLZ. See, I'm a GREET speellerrrrrzsdofjsof. Send me FOOD. Damn.. at my school today, FREE pizza for people who helped out around campus. But noooooo, I just have to be FAT not really but, L is trying to lose weight to be a better boy for Otakon 2007. I can't have curves. So, tear no pizza for me. Why am I telling you this? Pshhh, so you can feel bad for me, DUH! …um, anyways! Getting on with it!
Gravitation-The Games We Play
His irresistibly sex filled voice danced through the long hallway, kissing Yuki's ears, making him shudder and listen to the lyrics playing on the radio. Usually the brat wouldn't have such an affect on him. Accept, he hadn't seen him for almost a week because of his new work schedule and what with all of the paparazzi bothering both of the young men and all the appearances his lover had to make to keep himself as one of the headlines. Getting big in the music industry was never an easy thing to accomplish. He wished the best for Shuichi, but sometimes he really wondered if he had enough of a mind to know when to take a break and to be able to put out a CD, with decent lyrics. Maybe if he helped him with a CD people would go crazy. 'The famous lovers, writing an album of love'...what B.S.
I'm a romance novelist; fluffy crap reviews and comments shouldn't bother me so much. I just find them so, so… flaky, fake, annoying.
Approaching the tall, broad shouldered, blonde haired man, Touma-san delicately pressed his fingers against the back of Yuki's neck, breathing in his smell, cinnamon spice and cigarettes.
"He's really gotten so much better. I'm sure with all of his fans; he's been having some advances from the audience. Yuki, do you really trust Shuichi to stay with you after all this popularity gets to his head, because really, that's all this is." Touma took a deep breath in and smirked underneath his long bleach blonde bangs. He closed his eyes and fluttered his eyelashes on Yuki's shoulders. "
"Stop toying with me. I told you I wanted to see Mika. Where is she, I'd thought she'd be with you…"
It stops at a BORING as hell point, I know. But I don't want to write more of this just yet.
Because, A. It was a side-idea and B. I think if I do write more, I want to make it a story that I write solely on peoples reviews and their ideas.
Completely random, but so is I.Me.My.L...
My friend just showed my this picture on her iPod. Oh my, ROFL. I love pictures showing the characters reading fanfiction about them selves…
"…L wrapped his ever active lips around Raito's..." "Oh my, Raito-kun, what are you reading?" –L
I just thought you should know, haha. Oh, also, I don't call myself L because of Death Note, I'm not that crazy kids. My name has three letters and the first letter is 'L' mhm. KISSSSSSSS SHINING, MAKE ME SHINING!!! BWAHAHAH, KOTANI KINYA IS THE SEX MAN. FERREALS I IS GHETTO WANGSTA! o.o;;
REVIEW ME OR YOU GET NO GRAVI LOVE COOKIES
-L
