Storm//r.s.l short story

Hour 3

After scrubbing off my "makeover" Ross was kind enough to give me after the last hour, it was his turn to come up with an activity.

"Come on Ross you're already 12 minutes into your hour! This is unfair!" I pressure him

"I have an idea, it's a little less extreme than the others..."

"What is it?" I narrow my eyes at him

"We're going to sing" he grins at me

"Sing?" He nods "we're not going to fucking sing Ross, where's your imagination? I'm a little disappointed to be quite honest"

"Okay, Olivia. To make it more imaginative, just for your pleasure" he winks at me "we're going to make the song ourselves"

Sighing dramatically at this I give in.

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"I have an amazing idea!" Ross practically yells in my face as we're both sat back against the window, thinking of song ideas. "We have to make the lyrics alphabetically, like the first word of the song starts with an A second B and so on. You get me?"

"Alright you start" I nod

"Ok first word is just A" he writes this down on a piece of paper

"Imaginative" I say sarcastically at him, making him roll his eyes

"Fine if you're so amazing at making lyrics, you think of the next word. It has to begin with a B" he smirks at me

I thought for a few seconds before saying "bitch" expressionlessly

"Bitch? Really?" He gives me an unamused look

"Problem?"

"No no bitch is great"

And so the song went on with me suggesting the kinkiest word each letter of the alphabet.