Yes. She's mine. And it's going to stay that way. NO. MATTER. WHAT.
Anyway, I have to get this party set up. I hope she likes it. I've picked a place, gotten decorations up, set up food and drinks, set out present, set up games.....what am I missing?
Guests! Of course!
I look at my watch. 6:28? I can do this.
The guest place isn't too far away. I jump in my car and drive as fast as I can while still going the speed limit. I can't get arrested now, it would absolutely ruin the party.
I arrive at my destination and look at the sign above the entrance in complete satisfaction. I will admit, I used to be terrified of this place when I was little. Calli loved it, I didn't. But can you blame me? Graveyards are fucking scary.
I grab my shovel out from my trunk and begin my work. I manage to get six guests in half an hour.
By seven, I have twenty three guests. I load them into the trailer I have attached to my car.
Once I get back to the secluded place in the woods, I unload the bodies, place them in their places and stand back to see my marvelous work.
Almost eight. I head back to my car and change out of the dirt and blood covered clothes, seeing as it's not party worthy material.
After arriving back at the house, I see it's a little past nine thirty. Perfect. Would Calli be mad if I woke her up before ten? Probably. She loves to sleep.
Oh well. I kick off my shoes and lay in bed with her. My gorgeous girlfriend. This will be the best party ever. That is, if she likes it. She's got to. Right? She's always loved gore and scary things. So she'll love this party.
It's five past ten and she starts to move, indicating that she's waking up. I watch her oh so beautiful form squirm a little before her enchanting emerald eyes fluttered open.
"Morning, my sleeping beauty~"
She grunts in response. I know she hates waking up. According to her, she'd sleep all week if she could. I would let her but today's special.
