My writing has changed so much... ew. haha :P
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“Hey, I’m going to Ben’s house. Is that alright?”
“Yah, sure Monroe. Whatever.”
“Ben is going to pick me up in five minutes. We might be drinking…”
“Sure babe I’ll pick you up. Call me when you’re ready.” God! I felt like Monroe’s mother. Driving him places, picking him up when he was drunk… I didn’t care much, but he seemed to want to spend less time with me.He seemed… distant.
“Thanks babe.” He walked over to me and kissed me quickly on the forehead before he walked out the door.
I grabbed my MacBook out of my room, and sat down at the kitchen table. I signed onto Quizzilla, and decided to take the “What celebrity should you date?” quiz.
First question: What is your ideal date?
oA dinner and a romantic movie
* A dinner and a horror movie
oA walk on the beach
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Second question: What is the most romantic thing a guy could do?
oSerenade you with the song “Hero- Enrique Iglesias”
oSurprise you with candy and flowers
* Serenade you with a song he just made up off of the top of his head
oGive you jewelry
Third (and final?!) Question: What do you like best?
* Actor, Singer, plays guitar
oActor, singer
oActor
oSinger
oPlays guitar, sings
oPlays guitar, acts
oNone/Other
The results I got were surprising; Jackson Rathbone. Wasn’t he the guy from twilight? Jasper, right?
I had no messages, so I just closed my laptop and walked over to couch. I lied down and flipped on the TV. There wasn’t anything good on, and in five minutes I fell asleep.
I woke up to the noise of my cell ringing. I looked at the caller i.d., and it was Monroe. I assume it was time for mommy to pick him up, but I picked it up anyways. Sure enough he sounded drunk.
“Heeeeyyyy baby! What are you doing sweet thing?”
“Grabbing my keys to pick you up. Are you ready? I assumed that’s why you called.”
“Yeah baby, yeah. Wanna listen to an awesome song?”
“Monroe I don’t-“
“You look so good, you look like jello!!” he was singing all out of key, but I didn’t hang up.
“Oh, you and me could get down, if it were yellow! Yellow jello me and you…”
“Monroe. You know how I feel about being on the phone when I’m driving. See you soon.”
“Bye baby, sweetie, sugar honey coated lips.”
“Bye.” I drove down the street to Ben’s house. I had to pick him up several times from here, and Monroe used to live here, so I knew where I was going. I pulled up into the driveway and walked up to the door and rang to door bell.
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My Very Own Personal Stalker
FanfictionShelly was alone for awhile. This, she assumed, was going to be how it always was. until, however, she meets a man like no other. Her very own, personal stalker.
