I looked at the mess that was my room, jesus, did I really make this mess? And then I remember I did, the bag I needed to take with me was under all the mess of the clothes I just shoved into my wardrobe, and to get it out, I threw everything onto my bed.I was going to sleep in the guest room, ther
"Three, I'm the youngest,""Hey! Same," I said surprised. The only difference was, if I was a lawyer like my brother, I was sure my mother would be more proud of me. But just seeing at Liam's notes was enough to remind me why I hated Law.I actually had to study,And I wasn't that brainy."So much i
I could feel it icky between my toes, that was revolting."Do you have a tissue?" I asked looking up as he leaned down."No, your nose is red,""Great, I can't afford plastic surgery right now,""Are you going to listen to me now," he questioned his eyes narrowed slightly, wasn't sure if it was caus
"Liam!"Liam looked at me and shrugged, "What, I'm a guy stop telling me not to act li-oh wait, I mean," He said coughing into his hand confusing the hell out of me, "What the fuck do you think you're doing kissing my girlfriend!"I recoiled, "Girlfriend?""Girlfriend?" Reed asked his hands tighteni
"You are Vulan, Mulan the Violet, so like Vul-never mind clearly we don't have a Disney fan over here," he said shaking his head and coming to a sudden stop I ran into his back. When did he start walking in front of me?"I have come to the conclusion," He announced and I stepped around him giving hi
"He said casual not a hobo grandmother,"I frowned sitting up on the bed staring at the beast in my closet throwing everything he got his hands out onto the ground. "You know you're not invited, how did you even know about the date,"Liam looked over his shoulder, "If you're implying I stayed back
Because you screw them upMaintaing was hard. The struggled. I sighed popping new contacts in, the process coming to me efortlessly but years of practise would probably do that. I grabbed the robe throwing it on and trudging back out to where Liam was hovering over the bed thinking, tapping a finger
Midriff, more like rolls of fat, "Why the hell would she be lifting her dress,""Can we not talk technically here, I'm just saying, if you wear it properly, you can work clothes,"I groaned flopping back onto the bed throwing my arms up, "I am doomed," I cannot dress sexy for my life. Exhibit A, me.