HEIDI AND JESSIE'S WATTPAD LOVE STORY

Chapter 3 - Adelaide's Pov

I stood there and watched as she stuttered quirkily as two thoughts were going through my mind:

1....This chick is a weirdo and i should probably call the police before she ends up endangering herself or others.

and 2....dAyUm sHe's bEaUtifuL aNd nOt LiKe OtHeR giRls- 

she's just so...............QUIRKY!!!!!!!!!!!!! her uniqueness...her rizz.....HER TRIANGLE SHAPED ASDA GREEN ORBS......SHE'S THE ONE-

I quickly gathered my composure as i realised that i was the spicy hot queen of hell with many suitors awaiting my hand in marriage and i feel nothing except angst and hatred and no one can fix me (don't touch my tail UWU).

As soon as i became emo again i did a dramatic gambol out of my bedroom window where the asda-green orbed angel had crashed through and fell 5000000000000000 feet back into hell where i belong.

Before plummeting into the agonising fiery depths of my home land...i intensely started into HER triangular eyeballs laced with concern as she yelled....

"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-WAITTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!" she cried out as i continued to dramatically fall in slow motion because lets be honest...if i was falling at a realistic speed she wouldn't be able to hold a conversation with me as i was plummeting to my potential death.

"i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i d-d-don't e-e-e-e-even k-k-know y-y-our n-n-n-n-name!!!!!!" she quirkily flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"The name is spicey hot queen Adelaide of hell baby gworl.....but you can call mamcita," i winked spicily as i fell through the thicket of ominous black cloud and into HELL.

i hope i see that quirky gal again...i mean she is still in my house so she could leave her number or smth behind i guess, mabye a toenail so i can get my guards Rhiannon or Cody to sniff her out.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand THUMP!

in hell yet again, i looked around at the spicy hot volcanoes spitting out lava and people being tortured by my demon besties...i love my home (UWU).

But the ground i was sat on was rather squishy...hell is not squishy...

....

....

"ow..."

I looked down sassily to see that i was sat on Rhiannon as her face was smooshed into the spicy ground of eternal damnation. I took my sweet time getting off because im a smexy spicy mean emo and no one can fix me (UWU).

Buuuuuuut Rhiannon was my right hand woman so i decided to apologise even though i feel no emotions apart from hatred, darkness and homicide.

"sorry i guess..." i sassily flipped my hair back and stood there in all my spicy glory.

"It's fine, where have you been anyway? You missed Cody drop kicking some homophobes off a cliff and into the lava pool...and you missed me biting Donald Trump's head off, making it regenerate and biting it off again!" she exclaimed with pride.

I looked at her with all my spicy/ calm and collected glory as i replied "i was doing the laundry with Brad Pitt, he needed to vent so i invited him round for eyeball soup with Johnny Depp at my house on earth,"

I need to ask Johnny and Brad to cover for me later.....

"Well we need to go see daddy Lucy and Uncle Satan," she walked off sassily shaking them hips like shakira.

My father...Satan wanted to see me, the spicy king...daddy of all daddies...the one living thing more spicy then myself....

oh fiddlesticks-