"GOD DAMNIT" I'm afraid this isn't the first time my comb had got caught in the cloud that was my hair; more things got lost in that nest than in the Bermuda Triangle. Until I was around 14 those ashy locks were tamed, then poof. Literally. "EDWARD" there's a unmotivated and non interested response. "Shits getting real on this game, G" "GET HERE OR I GET THE SCISSORS" the familiar sound of the Xbox pause and small feet briskly move there way up the steps. "Let's not be hasty" the tall room mate peaks around the door. My eyes widen. "What is that?" I signal towards his shirt. "One of the guys made them for when we battle, don't threat I'm sure they can organise one for you" he fixes his thick glasses with a smirk, proudly hanging onto the purple top. "C.O.D CREW?" I snort. "You have a brush stuck in your do" he tugs, first on his personalised merch and then hard on my hair. Help me before I cut it and you" Edward stiffens, "Consider it done." Edward, never Ed, is a 6ft2 awkward brunette gamer boy with a pimply chin, and my apartment roomie for the last year. He has the style of a dad, the humour of a mop and works at Burger King but I love him. "Ta da" he ruffles the curls before heading to the door "You're late by the way" and with that he's back to assassin creed city. With that I'm on my way.
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Mocha.
Teen Fiction'"You remind me of a swan you know" she said as a matter of factly, leaning over the run down counter top. "I'm a fluffy, fat bird?" Her soft, effortless reply still makes my throat as dry as the biscuits we sell last minute on a Wednesday. "You're...
