One-shots

Mr. Loverman

     Paris Sampson was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. The way her hair would blow in the wind, her laugh, just everything about her was perfect. Her hands were so soft, they felt like holding clouds. I was so glad she was mine. I really don't understand why she liked me, but she did.

    I loved spending time with Paris. Her favorite thing to do was watch movies. Her favorite movie was Ferris buelers day off. I would always say that Back to the Future was better but she always won. I think I've watched that movie like a hundred times.

She also loved to dance with me. Every school dance we went to she would pull me up to dance with her, especially for the slow dances. She could dance to any song. She would find ways to sneak the Macarena into every dance.

But the best times were when I would get to listen to her talk about things. She always had so much passion. When she would talk about her favorite things she would get so happy. Or her cats, sometimes I thought she loved them more then me.

I always said that I hate pet name so She would play around and call me "Mr. Loverman" I loved it when she would call me that. It gave me butterflies every time.

     then she left me. But not in the way you think. This one time I had procrastinated at work so I had to stay late to catch up, so I couldn't pick Paris up from her job and she had to take the but. Some idiot decided to look at his phone instead of the road and hit the bus dead on. The crash killed three people, including Paris. she wasn't here. gone in an instant

It was all my fault. If I had gotten my work done on time then she would be in my arms right now. But I was dumb and now I am all alone, no longer "Mr. loverman" but just a man, a stupid man.

God, I miss my lover.