Chapter 3
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Okay people, I know this story is kind of corny so far, but I PROMISE it gets better. So r n r pleeeeaaasssseeee! Y'all know I love you!
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Laina awoke some hours later to the sensation of Mush stroking her long hair, inadvertently stroking her cheek as well. Laina sighed in content and slowly lifted her eyelids, only to see Mush looking at her with a soft grin on his handsome face. Laina sighed again, and started to lift her head, but Mush lightly gasped, as if saying 'wait'. Confused, Laina rested her head back down on whatever it was she had been sleeping on.
Mush just continued to play with her hair, confusing her even more. The only thing she knew about him was that his name was Mush and that he was indescribably hot. So it's only natural that she would be confused as to why he was being so "friendly".
Despite his protests, she stood up, and found herself yet again in his arms when she nearly fell completely over as a result from standing up WAY too fast.(a/n: has that ever happened to you? If not, let me fill you in.it hurts! lol) Only now, she wanted to be held by Mush. She didn't care how much or little she knew about him, she just wanted to feel loved.
Mush sensed this, and wanted nothing more than to just hold this beautiful creature in his arms for ever. Then a thought came into his head, 'too fast, she's not ready and neither are you. Let her down'.
So, he decided to turn the tables on her: it was his turn to play hard to get. Mush took her by the upper arms and slowly slid her down back onto the dusty, stained, antique sofa she'd been sleeping on for nearly 3 hours.
She whimpered, and gave him a look that screamed 'PLEASE', and he sat down beside her, placing an arm around her waist. She leaned into his chest, closing her eyes. "Tell me something abouts your self", she said in a tired, wispy tone. He looked around for the right words to explain it. "Well," he started, "I'm a Newsie for Manhattan, and I go by Mush, and, let's see." He trailed off as he went deeper into his explanations.
They spent almost two hours telling their life stories to one another. At some points, however, Laina would pause, and get a look of despair in her eyes. Mush was confused about this at first, but after a little while, he noticed that this only happened when they began talking about her past. 'What happened?' This thought kept popping up in his head, but brushed it off, thinking he would find out at the right time.
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Love, peace, n chicken grease!!!! (Okay, I know it sounds kind of nasty when you think about it, so do what I do..don't think about it.)
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Okay people, I know this story is kind of corny so far, but I PROMISE it gets better. So r n r pleeeeaaasssseeee! Y'all know I love you!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Laina awoke some hours later to the sensation of Mush stroking her long hair, inadvertently stroking her cheek as well. Laina sighed in content and slowly lifted her eyelids, only to see Mush looking at her with a soft grin on his handsome face. Laina sighed again, and started to lift her head, but Mush lightly gasped, as if saying 'wait'. Confused, Laina rested her head back down on whatever it was she had been sleeping on.
Mush just continued to play with her hair, confusing her even more. The only thing she knew about him was that his name was Mush and that he was indescribably hot. So it's only natural that she would be confused as to why he was being so "friendly".
Despite his protests, she stood up, and found herself yet again in his arms when she nearly fell completely over as a result from standing up WAY too fast.(a/n: has that ever happened to you? If not, let me fill you in.it hurts! lol) Only now, she wanted to be held by Mush. She didn't care how much or little she knew about him, she just wanted to feel loved.
Mush sensed this, and wanted nothing more than to just hold this beautiful creature in his arms for ever. Then a thought came into his head, 'too fast, she's not ready and neither are you. Let her down'.
So, he decided to turn the tables on her: it was his turn to play hard to get. Mush took her by the upper arms and slowly slid her down back onto the dusty, stained, antique sofa she'd been sleeping on for nearly 3 hours.
She whimpered, and gave him a look that screamed 'PLEASE', and he sat down beside her, placing an arm around her waist. She leaned into his chest, closing her eyes. "Tell me something abouts your self", she said in a tired, wispy tone. He looked around for the right words to explain it. "Well," he started, "I'm a Newsie for Manhattan, and I go by Mush, and, let's see." He trailed off as he went deeper into his explanations.
They spent almost two hours telling their life stories to one another. At some points, however, Laina would pause, and get a look of despair in her eyes. Mush was confused about this at first, but after a little while, he noticed that this only happened when they began talking about her past. 'What happened?' This thought kept popping up in his head, but brushed it off, thinking he would find out at the right time.
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Love, peace, n chicken grease!!!! (Okay, I know it sounds kind of nasty when you think about it, so do what I do..don't think about it.)
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