I've got bad self control when I comes to some things.
"Hey-Lo!" I jerked back to avoid the inevitable swat.
Tallulah King turned around, her waist length, pin straight raven hued hair flying whipping sharply, managing what her hand couldn't.
"Couldn't you find a better nickname for me Anna? Where the hell does an 'O' fit into my name?"
I grinned at her. "I can't possibly call you 'Lu' can I? What will people think!"
"I walked right into that one didn't I?" She shook her head at me.
"Yup!" I swung an arm over her shoulder as we walked out of the school building.
She shook it off and gave me an offended look. "Don't 'Yup' me Miss. I'm still angry at you. Why did I find out about you and Andrew through Felicity Richards of all people?"
I scratched my head guiltily. "Umm..oops?"
"Oops is right. Now spill."
And that's how the five hour long inquisition about my love life began.
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Short StoryLove isn't bound by life. It is so much more than a mere lifetime can hope to capture. (I swear I'll put up a better description soon. Till then, bear with this please.)
