Tamalle': Ok then, I have nothing to say but this. I hate you all.
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The Life as a God Son
Chapter 3: My Love (though I don't have one, yet)
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Fiona stared at his deep blue eyes.
"Why do you wish that Mitchell?" she asked the teenager. "Though you may not know it, people do love you." she whispered, staring at the sky.
"Like who? Who would like a total ass like me? You want to know who? Only a fool!" He said, slumping down upon the brick wall.
"Well, I guess I'm a fool then," right as he was turning toward her, they lock lips, sweetly and passionately. They sat like that, for a couple of minutes, just letting the sensation of the kiss take them away. While after about another minute of exploring each others mouths, they pulled away, trying to steady their breaths.
"Thank you,' he said to her.
"For what?"
"For giving me a reason to live." They embraced each other in a hug.
"This is the happiest day of my life." (remember he is a anti-social person after all)
"Same here." Just as she said this, the lunch bell rung, signaling afternoon classes.
"Great," they said together, "another educational afternoon with Crock-pot."
"Who is this 'Crock-pot'?" Asked the humongous fairy.
"Don't worry Jorgen, you will find out soon enough."
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Tamalle': That was short, I know, get used to it before I chunk you though a coke machine.
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The Life as a God Son
Chapter 3: My Love (though I don't have one, yet)
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Fiona stared at his deep blue eyes.
"Why do you wish that Mitchell?" she asked the teenager. "Though you may not know it, people do love you." she whispered, staring at the sky.
"Like who? Who would like a total ass like me? You want to know who? Only a fool!" He said, slumping down upon the brick wall.
"Well, I guess I'm a fool then," right as he was turning toward her, they lock lips, sweetly and passionately. They sat like that, for a couple of minutes, just letting the sensation of the kiss take them away. While after about another minute of exploring each others mouths, they pulled away, trying to steady their breaths.
"Thank you,' he said to her.
"For what?"
"For giving me a reason to live." They embraced each other in a hug.
"This is the happiest day of my life." (remember he is a anti-social person after all)
"Same here." Just as she said this, the lunch bell rung, signaling afternoon classes.
"Great," they said together, "another educational afternoon with Crock-pot."
"Who is this 'Crock-pot'?" Asked the humongous fairy.
"Don't worry Jorgen, you will find out soon enough."
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Tamalle': That was short, I know, get used to it before I chunk you though a coke machine.