Alone in a bar, drinking your heart out, being the only single girl in a gay bar here in Los Angeles sometimes has advantage especially when a steamy hot girl approaches you and asks the famous question of all, "Wanna go to my place?" Who would say no to that?
Second book of Conundrum "Are you still happy?" "I am. Very." However, her eyes was telling otherwise. "How about me? Do I still make you happy?" "I-" her eyes wavered, then she gulped. The other looked away and smiled, her armor was breaking. "I'm sorry," "I know."
"You like her." "What?" I heard her say. Her voice was barely a whisper. So small and fragile like it wasn't hers. Not from the Jennie I know. I looked at her in the eyes and smiled, "You've always liked her." // Warning: Complete angst. Emotional rollercoaster. No fluff. Heavy drama. With TW (proceed with caution) #...
Stories that pop out in my head ❤ An idea that comes from my playful imagination ❤ Originally posted on AMINO App (by me: RUBY JANE 🐼) P.S : Ain't real. Pure fiction 📗
