I drove to the coffee shop in my pink jeep. I yelled at Orlin to give me his credit card to buy stuff with, and I do NOT regret it! I only need him for the money. Sure, he's kind of attractive. But does that really matter when MONEY'S involved?
I arrived at the coffee shop a few minutes later. There was a big line, so I yelled "I AM A PLUS SIZE MAN, LET ME GO FIRST!!" I pushed through the line. I got second in line, but then I smelled something, diet root beer with a hint of piss? It smells like if Willy Wonka pissed in his chocolate fountain. And that sounds so good. I'd drink it. I sniffed a bit harder, where was it coming from? The bitch in front of me? They look so good, even just from the back. Gingerish-Brown hair all over their body. Their pale but somehow still reddish skin, their black, wrinkled up Tshirt, their dark cyan jeans, their piss root beer smell, it's all just, incredible.
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NickShane (18+!! )
Romanceit's not actually 18+, it's satire, and it's written bad on purpose.