I'm back!!!!!
This is dedicated to fireflyfireflies, for helping me so much. I was really close to giving up writing this, and just stick to reading on Wattpad. I just wanted one last opinion, before I gave up. But when she told me that she actually liked my story, it just inspired me to keep going. So thank you so much!! Her support helped me get over my writer's block for the next few chapters. When I realized that someone actually wants to read my story, I was determined give them a story to enjoy, and I was hit with all these ideas, and got the next few chapters outlined. I love love love her and her story, Wolf Blood, which you guys NEED to check out if you haven't already!! She's an amazing writer and an amazing person!!
Enjoy!
"Hey Don! Don! Dooooonn." I chant his name, while poking his shoulder,
"What!?" Finally he snaps, and turns to me.
Holding up my origami fortune teller, "Pick an insult. Dumb ass, Booger face, Idiot or Landon."
He shoots me a warning look, before shifting his gauze-wrapped leg to the other side.
"C'mon Donnie, just one more time, and I promise I'll leave you alone." He continues to ignore me, instead choosing to flick the safety on his gun on and off.
"Doooooooonnnnnnnnnniiiiiieeeeeeeeeee, pleaseeeeeeeee?" I poke his cheek and he turns with a wary expression.
Sighing he holds up one finger, "You swear this is the last time?"
"Cross my heart, hope to eat pie!"
He glares and then nods. "Fine. I choose idiot."
Quickly I spell out I-D-I-O-T while moving the paper folds accordingly. "Okay, now pick a douche bag, Landon, My Kidnapper, Your Boss, or Land-don."
He gives me an exasperated look, "Seriously Alicia? Can you give me a choice that won't get me killed? Besides, there isn't even a difference between the last one and the first one!"
"But there is! The first one is spelled, L-A-N-D-O-N and the last one was L-A-N-D DASH D-O-N!!"
He shrugs and states, "Fine. I choose Land -dash- don. "
I count out the letters and unfold his fortune. Letting out a dramatic gasp, I slap my hands to my cheeks. "My dear boy – my poor dear boy – no – it is kinder not to say – no – don't ask me..."
"Cut the Trelawney shit, what's my fortune?"
"My dear Donnie, your fortune, it's- it's the Douche Lord!"
"What?"
"Oh my poor, Donnie. The Douche Lord! It is the worst omen- an omen-"
"And may I venture to take a guess and say the Douche Lord is named Landon?" a smooth, Italian-lilted voice cuts in.
I huff and turn to the unwelcome intruder, "And what makes you say that?"
"Maybe because the list of insults was Dumb ass, Snot face, Idiot and Landon?" Landon bites out, "Or maybe because the list of douche bags were me, me, me and me with a dash in the middle of my name? Take your pick, bella." He crosses his arms across his chest, and cocks an eyebrow at me.
"It was Booger face." I mumble.
"What?"
"It was Dumb ass, Booger face, Idiot and Landon, not Snot face."
Landon glares at me, "You, get out of my sight." He waves his hand in Don's direction.
Don clicks the safety back on, and pops his gun back in his belt. Then he grabs his cane, and slowly stands up. He drags his bandaged leg behind him to the door. I feel slightly guilty, I mean he can't walk properly because of me, kinda. As he turns to shut the door, I pop out of my seat and wave my hands at him, with a huge grin on my face, and shout.
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Stolen Hearts
Romance"Landon," a voice interrupts, "a pleasure to see you again." Landon freezes and we both turn and see the gun at the same time, but this time, aiming for me. *** Alicia White has always been the black sheep of the family. The stupid sister o...
