After my story everyone claped and cheered saying I was so cool and awesome, no one has ever told me that maybe this is my home. Everyone got up and stared snacking on chesse cake, livers, and waffles. Jane stayed and took my hand, she lead me upstairs to her room.
When we got there her room was all black and white. Millions of Black veil Brides posters on her wall. She sat on her black bed, it cool white frilly laces like a maids dress. Jane told me sit down, patting the spot next to her, I did as told. We starred at each other in silence for what seemed like hours. Finally she broke the silence,"At your old school, before you moved, did you like any girls there?" She said looking down. I could tell she was blushing, but so was I. "No, they were all jerks, or just not my type." I was blushing so hard Jane saw and blushed even more it was so embarrassing. She laughed, her laugh was beautiful. "She looked at me with a smile and big eyes,"Am I your type?"
My heart was racing my mouth spoke without me knowing it."your just my type beautiful, nice, your own style, and a killer." She blushed. Jane kissed my cheek and left the room.when she opened the door I could smell waffles and pancakes, I could talk to Jane all day, but I hate to blush infront of her, tomorrow i'll start over.
Hope you enjoyed please vote, and I was thinking if they should murder together one night, comment your ideas have a nice day/night ^●__●^
