sorry i haven't updated in a while guys (i'm talking to u Kaiya) but I've been busy with marching band and stuff. I GOT THE HORN. I know I said I go the drums earlier but that was just a really bad typo. Anyways I'll telly u about my life story later...no i'm serious i will.
What am I doing? How did I get here my Michael Buble self conscience told me. Yes my conscience speaks to me if a Michael Buble voice. Why? Because I am able to change the way is sound in my head. Originally it sounded like my girlfriend, Poppy, but that didn't really work out. She laughed too much. Anyways I am currently standing outside of a stranger (that is extremely attractive btw) house and I started to get butterflies in my stomach. I don't think that walking into a stranger's home is what scares me though, though it should. I think the he is doing this to me. The curly haired boy that stole my-Niall stop it! Michael Buble sang to me. Yes he also sings.
"So here we are," the boy who I stil do not know the name of enterrupts my thoughts...
He opens the door and I am amazed of what I see. It is a comfy home with a 62" inch plasma TV but that's not what catches my eye. What cactches my eye is the massive box labeled condoms That sits right next to the couch. I gulp and I see him smirk from the corner of my eye. What does he have in mind for me?
"So what's your name?" he whispers huskily in my ear. At first I am scared because he is around that area but I just see that he is taking off my shoes. Does this guy have a foot fetish or something?
"Niall," I quietly whisper. He chuckles. "what's yours?" I ask, building up my courage.
"Harry," he says in a deep British accent. I didn't notice he was British.
"Well um, what should we do...?" I trailed off as I eyed the big box of condoms.
"We could lay on the couch and just...talk," he whispers seductively in my ear. His breath raised the hairs on my neck. I'm not ready for this yet. I'm not ready, I'm still a virgin! At least Poppy respects that! Poppy! I have a girlfriend, now I can get myself out of this.
"Well you see I have a girlfriend.." I start but he interrupts me by pressing my back forcefully on the couch.
"I don't see how that's a problem."
"Well I love her very much..." but again he interrupts me.
"Right, if you did you wouldn't have followed me here."
I can feel my cheeks heatin up in a blush and I see him smirk.
"Or...or," I say trying to stall, "we could drink..."
"Watermelon!" he finishes off the beyonce song for me.
I can already tell that we have a lot in common.
