"They say that you can't last a day in the real world," the woman sitting across from him spoke.
"And I say, you wouldn't survive one night in the mines," the man suddenly retorted.
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Talia White: the broken alluring beauty. Everyone sees her for h...
I love lingerie, especially in red, black, and white. I wouldn't say red is my favorite color, but I just love the way it pops with anything.
"I wish you were gay," Chad stands beside me as I stare at myself in the mirror.
It's been a day and a half since Chris left for his family trip, and I'm already having the fun I've needed for a long, long time. We're currently at Elisha's apartment. We went shopping about an hour ago, and now we're all trying on the things we got.
"Don't worry, I'll be gay for you," I say with a smile, and her cheeks turn a rosy shade of pink after I place a kiss on her cheek.
"The red looks so good on you," Elisha comes out of the bathroom in a red dress.
"You're definitely wearing that tonight," Char says, and we all agree. I try on two dresses that I bought: first a black one, then a green one.
I come out in the green dress, and immediately they say I should wear this one. "No, what was I thinking? It's too short. My boyfriend will literally kill me," I say. Literally
"Chris isn't even in town. How will he know?" Elisha places her hand on my shoulder and smiles as we look through the mirror.
"Fine."
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"I'm getting so fucked up tonight, and I don't just mean drinking," Elisha says, and both Char and I gag. Elisha laughs, and we laugh right along. "I see you and your little plaything talked?" I raise a brow as I adjust my green dress.
"Yeah, we did. He thought I was ignoring him, so that's why he's been talking to that girl, trying to make me jealous," she rolls her eyes.
"And it was certainly working," Char retorts.
I giggle and look in the mirror. The green dress hugs my body in all the right places. I wish I had more boobs and less ass, but other than that, I've never really had a problem with my body.
"I wish I had tattoos," Elisha exclaims, adding a dramatic sigh at the end. I frown, "You're twenty, why don't you?" I say.
She sighs again. "My mother won't let me. No matter what I say and try to convince her, she won't budge. And I'm not doing it without her permission even if I'm of age," she groans.
I, on the other hand, have three tattoos. I have a back tattoo that trails down my spine in Chinese lettering, also red. Maybe red is my favorite color. I have another tattoo of my mother's name on my arm in tiny lettering. And the other tattoo is under one of my breasts, some quote.
