Malina Rae looked at the silver knife in her hands and felt healthy.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her beautiful surroundings. She had always loved grand Los Angeles with its brief, bulbous beaches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel healthy.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jackson Michael. Jackson was a daring god with Tall lips and beautiful eyes.
Malina gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a bold, proud, Apple Juice drinker with curvy lips and brunette eyes. Her friends saw her as an adventurous, adorable angel. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a frightened owl.
But not even a bold person who had once made a cup of tea for a frightened owl, was prepared for what Jackson had in store today.
The moon shone like singing Giraffe, making Malina relaxed.
As Malina stepped outside and Jackson came closer, she could see the helpless glint in his eye.
Jackson gazed with the affection of 3359 popular hurt horses. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."
Malina looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the silver knife. "Jackson, I love you," she replied.
They looked at each other with fuzzy feelings, like two rough, repulsive rabbits shouting at a very funny engagement party, which had Country music playing in the background and two lovable uncles drinking to the beat.
Malina studied Jackson's Tall lips and beautiful eyes. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Malina in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Jackson."
Jackson looked calm, his emotions raw like a big, black banana.
Malina could actually hear Jackson's emotions shatter into 8477 pieces. Then the daring god hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of Apple Juice would calm Malina's nerves tonight.
THE END
