I look at him. My face grows red. I smile.
"Having fun dancing in front of Me and Andy," he smirks.
"Yea," I said. "My favorite song came on. Don't you have a favorite song?"
"Yea I do, its by Of Mice and Men. Second and Serbring," he says.
"I do too, but I'd rather listen to Black Veil Brides," I said. "There's another one I like I'll play it for you."
I turn on International Love by Pitbull ft Chris Brown.
You can't catch me boy
I am overseas at about a hundred Gs for sure
Don't test me boy (don't test me boy) 'cause I rap with the best
Fo' sho three oh five to the death of me
Cremate my body let the ocean have what's left of me
But for now forget about that
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it's international love
Oh oh oh oh it's international love
I don't play football
But I've touched down everywhere (everywhere?) everywhere
I don't play baseball
But I've hit a home run everywhere everywhere
I've been to countries and cities I can't pronounce
And the places on the globe I didn't know existed
In Romania she pulled me to the side
And told me Pit you can have me and my sister
In Lebanon yeah the women the bomb
And in Greece you guessed it the women are sweet
Been all around the world
But I ain't gonna lie there's nothing like Miami's heat
You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it's international love
Oh oh oh oh it's international love
Down in DR they're looking for visa's
I Ain't taking credit cards if you know what I mean
En cuba la cosa esta dura
But the woman get down, if you know what I mean
En Colombia the women got everything done, but they're
Some of the most beautiful women I've ever seen
In Brazil they're freaky with big ol' boobs
And their thongs, blue yellow and green
En L.A. tengo la Mexicana, en New York tengo la boricua
Besitos para todas las mujeres en Venezuela, muah
Y en Miami tengo cualquiera
You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it's international love
Oh oh oh oh it's international love
There's not a place that your love don't affect me baby
So don't ever change
I crossed the globe when I'm with you baby, hey
You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it's international love
Oh oh oh oh it's international love
You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it's international love
Oh oh oh oh it's international love
You're international, so international
You're international, so international
You're international, so international
Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love
Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love
They loved it. I honestly thought that they wouldn't like it but I guess I was wrong.
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Sam's Prey
Hombres LoboAshley was sent to another pack because of an attack when she was 19. Her and her best friend, Matthew, were sent to the Quiletes pack. Sam calms down Jacob and tries to tell him he will find his mate sooner or later. Jacob looks at me and within...
