Chapter12.2 - Balancing is a Bottle in each Hand, Woof.
I looked up to find Aliss, Eduardo’s sister suddenly standing behind his shoulder. I started. Aliss had short, spiky Black hair. I could tell you all about her exquisite elfin hair style in detail, but we will leave that to Stephanie Meyers, because if we write it in it will take up ten pages. Stacey& Erin don’t believe that you should describe every god damn detail about the character; this includes her shoe size, her finger prints or bowl movements. We like to keep it simple, to the most intimate details. For example... Aliss was four foot nothing, have really bed split ends, boobs that resembled two paracetamol’s on an ironing board, she is possible related to a flea which explains her happy demeanour and has an irrational fear of Styrofoam.
He greeted her without looking away from me. "Aliss."
"Eduardo," she answered her high bat like voice almost as attractive as his. I guess I’m going girl on girl ohh yahhhhh
"Aliss, Stella sulk Stella, Aliss," he introduced us, gesturing casually with his hand, a wry
smile on his face.
"Hello, Stella." She squeaked. It's nice to finally meet you."
Eduardio flashed a dark look at her.
"Hi, Aliss," I replied
"Are you ready?" she asked him.
His voice was aloof. "Neawly. I'll meet you at the caw."
She left without another word; her walk was so fluid, so sinuous that I felt a sharp pang
of jealousy, that she didn’t fall over, if that was me I would of tripped over three bags and fell over a table.
"Should I say 'have fun,' or is that the wrong sentiment?" I asked, turning back to him.
"No, 'have fun' wowks as well as anything." He grinned.
"Have fun, then. Bring me back a squirrel." I worked hard to sound sarcastic.
"I'll twy." He still grinned. "I will bring you back two; maybe you could make them into fluffy slippers. And you try to be safe, please."
"Tell Rusty spoons to watch out for me."
"For Wusty Spoons it might be a challenge." His jaw hardened. "Pwomise me you won’t kill anyone."
“Yes I promise you won’t kill anybody, person or gimp.”
He stood then, and I rose, too.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I sighed. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll get home by myself, I’m sure there’s someone I could mug on the way or carjack.”
"I'll be thewe in the morwning," he promised, smiling his crooked smile. He reached
across the table to touch my face, lightly brushing along my cheekbone again. Then he
turned and walked away. I stared after him until he was gone. Pining like a dog in heat. Four steps later, Eduardo stopped and turned and said.
“Ok, come on then, I will dwop you home.”
“Yay! Can we stop for rum?”
“Yes.”
“And whiskey?”
“Suwe.”
“And gin? With sprinkles?”
“O-kay...”
“And a pony? A BIG BLACK PONY?”
“You mean a howse?”
“No...Small pony peas.”
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