Ding.
Ding.
Ding.
What the-?
Doorbell.
Right.
What the hell time is it anyway?
Looking at alarm clock-10. On the nose.
Ronnie.
Right.
Party.
Game time.
Good thing I fell asleep in my party outfit because I dashed down the steps to the door.
Turn the door handle,
see his face, those eyes,
so seductive in their look,
the ice blue from them chilled my body,
bone to bone
As they looked at my body in an appoving way.
His smirk was almost enough for me to say
Screw the party.
Almost.
"Ready?"
"Oh, you have no idea." I gave my own smirk,
pushing past him,
letting my hips swing back and forth,
eye candy for him to watch.
He was still standing on the steps as I turned to look at him,
"Are ya' comin'?" I winked
"Oh, yeah." He gave, lifting his eyebrows at me,
walking to the car,
looking at me as he turned the key in the ignition.
"You're gonna have so much fun tonight..."
I smiled, "Oh, I bet I will."
Pressing full force on the gas, shoot up the street,
Into the darkness
With the exhileration of his plan.
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