Playing fire with an old flame
©ihartpatrickstar
I was already standing in front of Amy’s front porch, when I was struggling with the thought if I should continue to go in.
What if he’s home from states? What if I saw him again?
What if after all this years... I still love him, like I did before...
Oh well. Maybe they won’t notice me being not there anyway, so I better get going, rather than take a risk on seeing him again.
“Where do you think your going?”
I stopped on my tracks when I heard it. That voice...
That deep, sexy voice that makes my body tingle with joy and pleasure.
That one voice that can make my heart beats fast...
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(ringtone fx)
So what we get drunk?
So what we smoke weed?
We’re just having fun
We don’t care who sees
So what ---
What the f*ck? It’s freaking 6 am in the morning and there’s someone calling me. Daamn! I thought work is off for three days???
I grumpily picked up my phone and saw that it was my best friend, Amy, calling.
“What the f*ck Amy?”
“well, good morning to you, too, sweety.” Amy said sweetly, which irriates me more since she disturb me in my only rest day.
“What do you want?”
“Well, babe, we’re having a reunion tonight here at my house, so come okay? And I don’t take no for an answer sweety. The gang’s missing you so much. It’s been like 2 years already since they last saw you.”
“I can’t. I have work tonight.” I lied.
“Come on, Abby, I’m your partner so I know you’re free tonight. Just come, okay? Don’t you miss Brit and Jenna?” She said in her high pitched, sweet tone, which I could imagine that she is also pouting her lips.
“Okay, okay. I’ll be there.”
“Yeheeeeey!!!! Be there at exactly 7pm, ‘kay! Love you bitch! See ya lateeeer!”
