Dick Pic / hs

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n/ sorry it's short

One: "I don't associate myself with little, illiterate, American girls."

I'm not gay.

I very much like dick even though I don't get any. It's quite funny if you ask me, since I'm surrounded by men with dicks but I can't attract not a single one.

Sigh.

"Valentina! Wait up!" I groan, knowing who's voice it is. "Valentina, its me Louis! Your friend!" My feet carried on their journey to the cafeteria not minding Louis's voice. Louis still called out for me but I ignored because that's what good friends do. "I swear to God, Valentina I will chop your feet off if you don't stop walking away from me!"

I continued anyway.

Determination was set on my radar as I noticed the rare, short line. "Fuck you Vali! I'll meet you at the table!" I giggled quietly as I advanced my spot in line. The food line went quick and shortly I was approaching the table where my one true friend sat at. "How nice of you to join me." Louis spoke bitingly as soon as I sat down. "I odeio você e eu queria que você estivesse morto. ( I fucking hate you and I wish you were dead.)"  Blue eyes glared at me. "I hate when you do that! English! We're in England not fucking Mexico." A piece of his orange peel was thrown at me. I laugh, dodging the small object before it hit me. "Louis, I'm from America." I sipped my water as Louis tore off another part of his orange peel. "Ya? What part? I bet California- wait no! Texas because you got the funny accent." He again threw an orange peel at me.

"I'm from Florida?" My eyebrows frowned, "We've been friends for at least a year, I'm pretty sure we've had this conversation." His blue eyes were transfixed on something behind me. "Louis?" A piece of spinach was thrown his way. "Huh? Sorry? Wasn't paying attention." I roll my eyes, "Yeah, I kinda noticed that." I sipped my water again. "Also, I was speaking Portuguese- not Spanish."

"You see my face?" I nod as I prepared my salad for devouring. "It doesn't care. So I'll call it what ever the fuck I want." This time a fry was flung at me. It bounced off my chest an alighted onto my salad. "You're so annoying, you know that?" Again Louis's focus was set on something behind me. "What the heck are you looking at?" My curls aviated as I whipped around.

My eyes didn't go far to see what, or who, he was staring at. The gorgeous male ran his fingers through his long, brown locks. His laughter echoed in the cafeteria and it made my tummy flutter. "Oh meu Deus, ele é lindo. (Oh my God, he's beautiful.)" A pant escaped my lips as I heard Louis spoke, "I have no idea what you said but I know." The stranger's laugh died down as our eyes affixed on each other. Pale eyes bore into mine, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Heat rushed through my body as he scrutinized me getting discombobulated. I briskly turned to face Louis, who too had wide eyes like mine. "Dude, he's coming over here!" He muttered harshly, "Maybe he's going to invite us to a party. Look, look- watch." Louis pulled a big smile, "Hey mate, what'cha need?" He asked as I felt the presence of someone behind me. I altered myself so that I came face to face with the crotch of black jeans. With burning cheeks, my eyes travelled slowly as they made there way up to pale eyes. We held eye contact for a second before the stranger looked away. "Not much, just wanted to introduced myself. I'm Harry." A large hand reached out towards Louis. " 'M Louis." They shook hands firmly.

"There's this party on Friday, you down?" Louis's eyes widen once again, "Mate, of course I'm down!" Louis chuckled nervously as he acknowleadge his over enthusiastic persona. "Good, good," he laughed, "See you there mate?" Louis nodded quickly, "Oh ya, you will." Harry smiled then turned and began to amble away. "Wait," I twist to face the lanky male, "ain't I invited?"

He seemed taken aback, shocked with either my accent or the fact that I actually spoke. "No." Brown locks fell over his shoulder while chuckling bitterly. "I don't associate myself with little, illiterate, American girls." The stranger stalked off back to his original place before he spoke with us. "Oh my God," Louis began laughing obnoxiously, "that was unreal!" he cried. "It's not funny Louis, that was rude and embarrassin'." My arms fold on top of the table to rest my head defeatedly on them. "It was! And I can't wait to party Friday!" Louis cheered.

"É por isso que eu odeio você. eu espero que você engasgar com sua pizza. ( This is why I hate you. I hope you choke on your pizza.)"

"I don't know what you just said but quite frankly I don't give a damn."

"Você é um amigo terrível , Louis. Foda-se, que não era engraçado em tudo. Você e aquele garoto Harry são cadelas. (You are a terrible friend, Louis. Fuck, that was not funny at all. You and that Harry boy are bitches.)"

YALL IM STOKED FOR THIS I HOPE YALL ARE TOO. SEXY SCENES COMING SOON AN I NOT ASHAMED.