Okay, so my mom might be a big shot demon, and I might be a cocky vampire that drinks the color blood, but that doesn't mean it totally lessens my chance with a girl who wears a rabbit hat twenty-four/seven, right? I guess if I had been even more of a rocker, she wouldn't have even wanted to hang with me, at all. Damn girls.
I ran my finger along the strings of my guitar gently and sighed. This was so typical. After years of keeping my heart to myself, I ended up losing it to a blonde who had her head stuck up in bubblegum. It was so obvious that she liked him, yet he didn't even begin to notice.
I'm a thousand year old guy, who just wants a little love in his life. Pathetic right? I've been through the Mushroom War, my dad's sickness that led up to his death, my mom eating my fries, and Ashley's big mess up. You think it would be easy to confess after all that-ha that isn't even half the truth. Might as well put a gun to my head and shoot, cause that would've more easy than telling her.
I hate her so much when she goes on those "friendly" visits to Prince Gumbutt. I want her to just age up and die to stop the heartache. And at the same time, I want her to be immortal with me forever.
I will visit her today. I will not come over. I will visit and confess. I will not come over for another heartbreak. Which one would it be today?