Little Angel
Babyface
- Joined
- Aug 15, 2006
- Messages
- 7
I would like to thank youvedonewhat, sad_girl, u2bonogirl and everyone else in this fourm, your stories keep me up at night
ANYWAYS. This is my first story every, it's a little short, but I really hope you guys like it.
I would rate it PG 13 for bad language!
Please read and your comments are appreciated
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Oh my god.
Is that?
Eyes, you better not be fookin’ with me.
That would be mean.
Really.
Okay, shite.
Bono. Is walking towards me.
Bono, Mr. sex on a Popsicle stick is walking towards me.
Did I say walking? He’s swaggering. Towards me.
oh shite, what do I do?
Fook, fook, think brain!!!
God he bumped into me! There goes my groceries. And oof, there goes me!
God his eyes are incredible.
"Oh I'm sorry sir... “ Why am I blushing so much? STOP BLUSHING.
Fookin' shite, he smells good
"Ah lassie, no worries" God his irish brogue is going to kill me
Oooh look he’s bending over. Jesus Christ those pants should be illegal.
Stop staring. Stop staring. Stop- Damnit, he caught you! No more blushing, stopit!!
“Ahem. There you go, ma’am.”
“Uhhh… [damnit brain, don’t blank on me now!] would you like to come over for a cuppa? Wet and rainy and all that. Shouldn’t be out in this weather. Really. I make good tea too, or I’ve got coffee as well. I just bought a new coffee machine. Well my friend gave it to me for a house warming – “
“Yes darlin’’ He smiles at me. One of them impish grins. Oh be still my heart.
He takes my groceries for me, helping me back up with his big hands wrapped around mine, encasing it easily not letting it go.
We walk off into the sunset together and I make him coffee. He stays.
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Thank you for reading!
ANYWAYS. This is my first story every, it's a little short, but I really hope you guys like it.
I would rate it PG 13 for bad language!
Please read and your comments are appreciated
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh my god.
Is that?
Eyes, you better not be fookin’ with me.
That would be mean.
Really.
Okay, shite.
Bono. Is walking towards me.
Bono, Mr. sex on a Popsicle stick is walking towards me.
Did I say walking? He’s swaggering. Towards me.
oh shite, what do I do?
Fook, fook, think brain!!!
God he bumped into me! There goes my groceries. And oof, there goes me!
God his eyes are incredible.
"Oh I'm sorry sir... “ Why am I blushing so much? STOP BLUSHING.
Fookin' shite, he smells good
"Ah lassie, no worries" God his irish brogue is going to kill me
Oooh look he’s bending over. Jesus Christ those pants should be illegal.
Stop staring. Stop staring. Stop- Damnit, he caught you! No more blushing, stopit!!
“Ahem. There you go, ma’am.”
“Uhhh… [damnit brain, don’t blank on me now!] would you like to come over for a cuppa? Wet and rainy and all that. Shouldn’t be out in this weather. Really. I make good tea too, or I’ve got coffee as well. I just bought a new coffee machine. Well my friend gave it to me for a house warming – “
“Yes darlin’’ He smiles at me. One of them impish grins. Oh be still my heart.
He takes my groceries for me, helping me back up with his big hands wrapped around mine, encasing it easily not letting it go.
We walk off into the sunset together and I make him coffee. He stays.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thank you for reading!