Cute NIcole HaughtA short story by meowNicole Haught had always loved small purgatory with its regurgitated, repulsive revenants. It was a place where she felt elated. She was a cute, thoughtful tea drinker with ginger lips and brunette eyes. Her friends saw her as a tan, tall, tol. Once, she had even brought a bulbous baby turtle back from the brink of death. That's the sort of woman he was. Nicole walked over to the window and reflected on her chilly surroundings. The rain hammered like hiking cats.Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Waverly Earp. Waverly was a caring mol with ripped lips and fit eyes. Nicole gulped. She was not prepared for Waverly. As Nicole stepped outside and Waverly came closer, she could see the adventurous glint in her eye. Waverly gazed with the affection of 9851 special tame turtles. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."Nicole looked back, even more passionate and still fingering the lush book. "Waverly, you are extraordinary." she replied.They looked at each other with very impressed feelings, like two dry, decaying dogs kissing at a very bold date, which had jazz music playing in the background and two intelligent uncles smiling to the beat. Nicole regarded Waverley's ripped lips and fit eyes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Nicole with a delighted grin. Waverley looked melancholy, her emotions blushing like a stingy, strong stetson.Then Waverly came inside for a nice cup of tea.THE END
