It's souffle, Jesse. S-O-U-F-F-L-E.
Ew, her? Really? I wouldn't go with her...
Why? Because:
1) She's not your type.
2) She's, like, old enough to be your mother.
3) She's mutton dressed as lamb.
4) Those teeth aren't hers.
and
5) She just snogged the vicar. I don't think you want to go there.
Sent by text to Jesse, from Morgan's mobile.
So baby cousin (he's fourteen) brought a girl around my grandparents house to meet them today and when I went up to visit them after work, my grandmother was grumbling. Then my grandfather burst out laughing, and said that my gran didn't start dating grandad until they were nineteen because she wasn't allowed, and then at nineteen he had to drive her home on the back of his motorcycle at nine because her curfew for bed was then 10. SO F**KING ADORABLE. I love my grandparents. And old people, generally, they are so sweet. <3 <3
Anyone else got any stories about their parents or grandparents? Or just stories, about, you know, anything...?
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Seven is a Five Letter Word (3 - complete)
Teen Fiction[PART THREE OF: I'm five, were you meant to dial seven?] Morgan met Jesse because of her mobile phone. He texted a cheeky message to 07657 234 562 instead of 07657 234 762. Now, after going on holiday to St. Christoph, Jesse ended up in hospital, a...
