Ariana Imagines

#44: Nails Black *

This is when I'm mad.

"You should just go." she says to me swiping the sweat off her forehead. "Of course master." she gives me a look. "We're just fucking anyway." I shrug putting on my shirt. "Let's not have a pointless conversation, where you say things I already know and you are waiting for me to tell you something you don't know when their is nothing to say." she rolls her eyes. "This is why I need to stay away from whores." I mumble collecting my things off the ground. "Why?" she smirks up at me raising her eyebrow. "Because I keep falling in love with em'." with that I watched her smirk go away and got out of that hell house.

II
Dumb Jokes

"Let me guess, he killed him because we f-word-ed." she chuckles. Her fingers play with her cigarette, "I don't know, that's what I heard." I give her a serious look. "Who'd you hear it from?" she shakes her head. "They." I raise an eyebrow "They?" I question as we smile at eachother knowing we will both stay silent about the situation. "Fine." I finish.

"Nice nails." she says puffing out smoke. "You like nails black?" I joke. "It's pretty boring to me." I say. "I like boring then." I nod. We finish our food and exit the diner immediatly.

III
A Sinking Ship

I watch as she dances with her cowboy boots and her shitty attitude. I couldn't help but love that daughter of a bitch. Literally a daughter of a bitch, her mom was a whore. She taught well I guess. She had my love like a sinking ship, my heart out there mid-ocean. Calling for help and not getting any having to do everything on my own. In stupid love with a girl who wears cowboy boots and isn't even a country girl. Not even close to one, but if she wants sometimes she'll act like one. She'll fuck around that's for sure, yet my heart is still on that fucking sinking ship. Trying to take chances and hoping.

It's all sad actually.