"What do you mean?" I asked as I look down at my phone, I move my soft, silly bangs to one side and adjust my T-Shirt.
Once again, the stern grip is forced upon me, I'm up in the air, but this time, I'm not brutally into it.
"Let me go!" I scream as I fidgeted violently. But Shrek wasn't letting go, that man was a beast! And even though, fragile me, was scared of the man I once wanted to grope constantly, I couldn't help but deny I was aggressively attracted to this man.
Shrek carried me to a stingy old bike with two seats and four wheels, he secured me on the back and gave me a helmet that seemed it was made out of onion shells, how does this man make everything work?
"Pedal up, fellow!" Shrek said enthusiastically, as we pedalled into the night. Shrek's ears flopped in the breeze as we rode along, to other Shrek might have looked like the Lord of the gays, but to me, he looks like a green
goddess, yet super manly, with distinct chiseled features.
