I couldn't believe the words bubbling from his mouth like a brook. Though in usual terms I would be almost killing the Git for his immaculate words and unheard mumblings, I would correct his speech in calling me that dreaded nickname or even almost strangling him for using such inappropriate grammar, (with 'nd's and gonna's) but those words that he started with left me shell shocked
I love you iggy
Yes I suppose that's all it took for me to turn stiff as a board and a mushy pile of goo all at the same time. With my heart beating as fast as a marching band's snare drum, I stand here not really thinking of the words spilling from Al's mouth but comparing them to France's ; Let's get naked, I do have to say I prefer America. Not to say I wouldn't prefer America anyway.
And in all honesty I was willing to hold on to my love for eternity, through those crying nights full of liquor, and watching him talk to those painfully flirtatious whores.
So with all my strength trying to make sure I didn't shake, I raise my hands to either side of his head and intertwine my fingers with his shiny golden locks, and whisper a short "shut up twat," before pulling his lips to mine in an incredibly passion filled mush of lips that some would call a kiss, but to me is only described by perfection.
After what felt like a millennium of pleasure, I pulled back for the lack of air was getting me light headed. I silently leaned my head to his chest to sigh in satisfaction, pulling my arms to rest on his surprisingly toned pecks. Slowly, though, I lifted my head, and when I stared into he's baby blue's I felt as though everything would be alright, like he would take me in his arms as the, "hero," he proclaimed to be and we would fly, I suppose, off into the sunset.
"So does this mean you like me back," Alfred asked with hope filled eyes, Sapphires glinting with happiness.
"Of course, love, of course,"
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