Hey, one question, what the hell? - Leila
Juan and I are in my room packing my clothes up cause I won't let some guards pick what I'm wearing. I have a very special taste in clothes. Of course, it's bad, but still. I mean I can't match colours for shit and all I wear is baggy shirts and skinny jeans.
I put up my hair in a messy bun, the bun of course representing my messy ass life. Like why can't anything be easy? Father married me to Zane Vitale. Who the fuck is he? I mean... I don't know for sure they're a he, but by the name, I'm guessing here.
Ugh, who are they? Like yes, I've heard of them from stories but I never saw them. I later found out that even my father never saw nor spoke to them. So they might as well be an 80-year-old guy. Like, dude! I'm into women!
If you can notice, which I'm positive you can, I don't exactly love my father. Like, would be a big word for it too. I'd say, tolerate him. Yeah. That's the word. Anyway, Juan has been hogging on the music all day and won't let me choose my own music.
Thankfully that gay dumbass is coming with me. he's my right-hand man, of course, he'll be coming with me. "Will you put on music that is actually good?" I ask him. He pouts and gives me my phone. I put on Save me by Roni Alter. It's an amazing song, like seriously, it's absolutely extraordinary.
"I know her well, she cannot see, yet I hear her thoughts, what she wants to be..." I hum
"Hand on my back, she's following me, over the lands, and over the sea..." Juan continues to sing with me.
"Night after night, she cries on the stage, there goes the night, and here comes the day..." We both hum together
"Closing her door, that no one could see, that night after night, she's following me..." I sing.
"Save me from her sore eyes, Looking at me when I sleep, Save me from her cold lies, From her weeping, And from my guilt..." We both sing again.
"I know her well, all of us do, always a lie, or for once it is true? Leaning on me Instead of leaning on you, the queen of the class is uncomfortably blue... Wants to be nearby there's nothing to give she lost her joy she's a grief expert..." I give my all.
"I wish she could hear what her eyes would not see that I must stay away to keep myself free... Save me from her sore eyes, looking at me when I sleep, Save me from her cold lies, From her weeping, And from my guilt..." I sing once more. "From my guilt..."
"Damn girl you got a voice!" Juan giggles. I nod and continue packing my stuff. Next, I put on Imagine dragons. Cause they are an amazing fucking band. We somehow finish packing everything by 1 pm. And that's when the maid calls us for lunch. There is spaghetti and meatballs on the table. We take some for ourselves and go to the living room. I put on 'Orange Is The New Black' Because of two reasons, one, it's gay. Two, we're gay.
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I'm feeling like death itself and I made ya'll a chapter.
I'm done for today I want to rest T-T
-Alex
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Sugar and Spice (Completed)
Romance{Edited 7\1\23} "Leave me the fuck alone!" They yelled at her. "Well, we're getting married so I can't." She says in her annoyingly sexy and smooth voice. *************************** ----------------------------- Leila Lopez, the head of the Spanish...
