Boy, oh boy! The sun was streaming brightly outside. Same went for the sexy hotties on the street! That sweet, fuzzy lovable Summer is dead. Ever since that backstabber Liberty betrayed me by dating Travis, I needed to step up my game. I'd been eating healthier and checking my diet vigorously. I even went to the nearby beach for a tan and hit the club nearby. In the end, I made out with a guy that approached me and found myself sober on the toilet floor hours later.
There's so much of handsome boys on the street and they look spicy! My mouth began watering as I saw this rare sight. Some were in loose tanks showing off their large, juicy guns. Some just in tight, sexy speedos, more even just streaking proudly! At least they get an even tan! I couldn't take it in this crappy house, so I wore a very striking outfit(obviously not naked) and hit the streets. As I 'cat-walked' down the grey pedestrian walk, all of the lesser non-naked and more streaking guys stared smirking and winked at me. But sorry, this peach ain't gonna fall so easily!
I strolled my way to the Seasonal Dance, a place that attracts couples and singles to dance and find your own true love. Bright lanterns hung with rainbow-coloured lights and Summer Strut was playing on the radio. Many people come for the dance's all-year-round seasonal stalls selling delicious, foreign delicacies. But what attracted loners and pretty girls like me were the cute, pretty boys. There was so much, but one stood out from them... He had this cute, frizzy hair. He was thankfully not gay and his fashion choices were on trend! His name is Eric Knowles and was the best out of everyone else I met. We ended up on the rusty, old swing set and ended the day with flirty-kisses and a French kiss. Dang, he was a f**k*** amazing kisser!
On my way back, I saw my forever-low 'friend' (If I could even say that) Liberty and disgusting boyfriend Travis nearby. That loner girl looked at me and gave a nervous eye to me. I purposely flashed a loud and obvious 'Hmph!' and gracefully cat-walked my way back home.
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Bromantic Artist
Non-FictionA story about a group of friend and enemies. Love, heartbreaks, friendship and paint. Artison, the new hobo street boy in town fell in love with the girl next door, Mariam, an aspiring artist ready to open her own museum. Artison never realised his...
