“You did what?!?” Lucifer shouted.
“You heard me. I got to her first,” Xavier detto with a smug look.
“I told te that I wouldn’t mind dating her. I thought te would’ve taken the hint,” Lucifer detto exasperatedly.
“No, I didn’t take the hint, because I like her, too,” detto Xavier.
“Even Wyatt would’ve understood that hint,” argued Lucifer.
“Well, Wyatt has known te longer, and he is-” Xavier was interrupted da the door slamming open. Wyatt stood in the doorway his gaze sharp, and deadly. He was wearing a black shirt, with a black cappotto over it. He, also, had on black pants, and dress shoes.
“So, which one of te sad bastards is taking my Lizybeth to the party tomorrow night?” Wyatt asked.
“Have te talked to her?” Xavier asked.
“No, but I’m sure one of te have asked. So, which one of te is it?” Wyatt asked again.
“I am, I asked, she detto yes,” Xavier detto proudly. “And now, Lucifer is being a cagna about it.”
“Really? Lucifer, suck it up. I’m proud of you, Xavier,” detto Wyatt. “I will take her dress shopping in the morning, but until then, goodnight,” Wyatt left the room.
He walked through the Temple as silent, and stealthy as a cat. He was deep in thought about Xavier. He was one-hundred percent sure that Lucifer would be the one with her, not Xavier. He didn’t want to tell Lizybeth what he thought, but she may have just detto yes, because she was desperate.
Wyatt came to her door. They had been Friends so long that he didn’t bother knocking anymore. He went in, and found Lizybeth dead asleep on her bed. Wyatt quietly climbed up there with her. She was drooling on her pillow, snoring. Great. It reminded him of the sleepovers they would have together as kids.
He began to stroke her hair. He murmured in her ear that he loved her, but how ready he was to kick her ass.
“Lizybeth, get up,” Wyatt whispered patiently. She groaned, and rolled over. “I need to talk to you.”
“About what?” she asked groggily, blinking her eyes open.
“Well, first about what dress te are going to wear, but we can do that later. Anyways, what the hell are te thinking?!?” Wyatt shouted.
“I’m thinking that you’re sitting on my shin, and it’s starting to hurt,” detto Elizabeth.
“Sorry,” Wyatt repositioned himself. “But, why Xavier?”
“I don’t know. I figured no one else would ask, and considering you’re a powerful warlock now I-I guess I just thought that te wouldn’t be hiding in the back corner. Like we used to do during those stupid school dances,” Elizabeth detto sheepishly.
“Honey, I would hide with you. Who else would be your bitch?” Wyatt detto this with a sincere look.
“I guess I would have to make do with myself,” Elizabeth was trying to keep a straight face.
“Eww!” cried Wyatt.
“Shut up, te do it, too!” Elizabeth laughed.
“Your point?” asked Wyatt.
“None, I have no point to prove.”
“But in all seriousness, I didn’t think te would say yes to Xavier. I mean, really. He is so not te type, okay,” Wyatt detto this like a drag Queen on cocaine. Elizabeth giggled.
“Do-do te like him?” asked Elizabeth nervously.
“Who, Xavier?”
“Yeah,” detto Elizabeth watching Wyatt chew his lip nervously.
“Yes…a little bit, but I don’t think he’s…like me,” detto Wyatt somewhat sadly.
“Honey, if te don’t want me to go with him, then I won’t. Honestly, I think Lucifer is a hell of a lot cuter,” detto Elizabeth.
“Lizybeth, if you’re happy, I’m happy,” detto Wyatt reassuringly. He stroked her hair one last time. “Well, te can go back to sleep. Oh, da the way, I’m going to take te dress shopping tomorrow.”
“Okay…Um, Wyatt? Can-can te stay with me tonight, I-I don’t want to be alone,” stammered Elizabeth.
“I will stay with you, if te sposta your fat culo over,” Wyatt detto pushing her.
“Hey! My culo is smaller than yours!” detto Elizabeth grinning.
“So?” detto Wyatt.
“Goodnight, Wyatt,” detto Elizabeth rolling over.
“Goodnight my dear, sweet Lizybeth,” detto Wyatt cuddling her. A few minuti later she fell asleep in his arms.
“You heard me. I got to her first,” Xavier detto with a smug look.
“I told te that I wouldn’t mind dating her. I thought te would’ve taken the hint,” Lucifer detto exasperatedly.
“No, I didn’t take the hint, because I like her, too,” detto Xavier.
“Even Wyatt would’ve understood that hint,” argued Lucifer.
“Well, Wyatt has known te longer, and he is-” Xavier was interrupted da the door slamming open. Wyatt stood in the doorway his gaze sharp, and deadly. He was wearing a black shirt, with a black cappotto over it. He, also, had on black pants, and dress shoes.
“So, which one of te sad bastards is taking my Lizybeth to the party tomorrow night?” Wyatt asked.
“Have te talked to her?” Xavier asked.
“No, but I’m sure one of te have asked. So, which one of te is it?” Wyatt asked again.
“I am, I asked, she detto yes,” Xavier detto proudly. “And now, Lucifer is being a cagna about it.”
“Really? Lucifer, suck it up. I’m proud of you, Xavier,” detto Wyatt. “I will take her dress shopping in the morning, but until then, goodnight,” Wyatt left the room.
He walked through the Temple as silent, and stealthy as a cat. He was deep in thought about Xavier. He was one-hundred percent sure that Lucifer would be the one with her, not Xavier. He didn’t want to tell Lizybeth what he thought, but she may have just detto yes, because she was desperate.
Wyatt came to her door. They had been Friends so long that he didn’t bother knocking anymore. He went in, and found Lizybeth dead asleep on her bed. Wyatt quietly climbed up there with her. She was drooling on her pillow, snoring. Great. It reminded him of the sleepovers they would have together as kids.
He began to stroke her hair. He murmured in her ear that he loved her, but how ready he was to kick her ass.
“Lizybeth, get up,” Wyatt whispered patiently. She groaned, and rolled over. “I need to talk to you.”
“About what?” she asked groggily, blinking her eyes open.
“Well, first about what dress te are going to wear, but we can do that later. Anyways, what the hell are te thinking?!?” Wyatt shouted.
“I’m thinking that you’re sitting on my shin, and it’s starting to hurt,” detto Elizabeth.
“Sorry,” Wyatt repositioned himself. “But, why Xavier?”
“I don’t know. I figured no one else would ask, and considering you’re a powerful warlock now I-I guess I just thought that te wouldn’t be hiding in the back corner. Like we used to do during those stupid school dances,” Elizabeth detto sheepishly.
“Honey, I would hide with you. Who else would be your bitch?” Wyatt detto this with a sincere look.
“I guess I would have to make do with myself,” Elizabeth was trying to keep a straight face.
“Eww!” cried Wyatt.
“Shut up, te do it, too!” Elizabeth laughed.
“Your point?” asked Wyatt.
“None, I have no point to prove.”
“But in all seriousness, I didn’t think te would say yes to Xavier. I mean, really. He is so not te type, okay,” Wyatt detto this like a drag Queen on cocaine. Elizabeth giggled.
“Do-do te like him?” asked Elizabeth nervously.
“Who, Xavier?”
“Yeah,” detto Elizabeth watching Wyatt chew his lip nervously.
“Yes…a little bit, but I don’t think he’s…like me,” detto Wyatt somewhat sadly.
“Honey, if te don’t want me to go with him, then I won’t. Honestly, I think Lucifer is a hell of a lot cuter,” detto Elizabeth.
“Lizybeth, if you’re happy, I’m happy,” detto Wyatt reassuringly. He stroked her hair one last time. “Well, te can go back to sleep. Oh, da the way, I’m going to take te dress shopping tomorrow.”
“Okay…Um, Wyatt? Can-can te stay with me tonight, I-I don’t want to be alone,” stammered Elizabeth.
“I will stay with you, if te sposta your fat culo over,” Wyatt detto pushing her.
“Hey! My culo is smaller than yours!” detto Elizabeth grinning.
“So?” detto Wyatt.
“Goodnight, Wyatt,” detto Elizabeth rolling over.
“Goodnight my dear, sweet Lizybeth,” detto Wyatt cuddling her. A few minuti later she fell asleep in his arms.
I heard that I can have these signs:
1. U Amore the ocean
2. The ocean is calling out for u
3. U don't like wearing pants
4. I r naive
5. I Amore baths
6. I watch giorno little mermaid everyday. But the domanda is are we mermaids? Do we have a psychic connection with the ocean?
Are we even humans?...
Pls we can help each other find out :)
Dear Well....You,
I Amore you, te know that? I think your absolutely astounding, and amazing, and I hope te never change. te make my giorno in every way, and as far as now, you’ve been completely supportive.
I Amore how when I shiver just a bit, te hand me your sweater.
I Amore how te baciare my cheek when I blush.
I Amore te how te smell, and how te taste.
I Amore how te tell me I’m beautiful, even when I look like crap.
I Amore how when I’m just the tiniest bit scared, te tell me everything’s going to be alright.
I Amore how when te speak, sometimes, the most awkwardness things come out, and we joke about it.
I Amore how when I mess up my words, te tease me about it, but don’t make a big deal.
I Amore how te baciare me.
I Amore te completely
Please never change.
Amore Me
I Amore you, te know that? I think your absolutely astounding, and amazing, and I hope te never change. te make my giorno in every way, and as far as now, you’ve been completely supportive.
I Amore how when I shiver just a bit, te hand me your sweater.
I Amore how te baciare my cheek when I blush.
I Amore te how te smell, and how te taste.
I Amore how te tell me I’m beautiful, even when I look like crap.
I Amore how when I’m just the tiniest bit scared, te tell me everything’s going to be alright.
I Amore how when te speak, sometimes, the most awkwardness things come out, and we joke about it.
I Amore how when I mess up my words, te tease me about it, but don’t make a big deal.
I Amore how te baciare me.
I Amore te completely
Please never change.
Amore Me
I sit in the dark. Thinking about Jack. A single tear comes out of my eye, then another. I start to laugh quietly, trying not to wake up my sister. Then, the horrible memory from my awful dream came back to me. I went to the door and paused. I sighed and told myself that nothing is out there but the hallway, the dining room, living room and the kitchen. I took out my phone from my giacca and looked at the time. It's 5:59. I rolled my eyes and opened and closed the door quietly and sat on the soft couch. I started to drift into thoughts about Degrassi, and what it would be like if I went there. Then, a black figure moved across the kitchen. Spooked, I quickly walked to my aunts' laptop and looked up some funny video on youtube.com to keep m off track from the figure. Hours passed, and I am still freaked. Ten minuti later, I calm down and look up some più funny stuff. Ugh! I must be haluccinating from lack of sleep. I rubbed my eyes and went back to my bedroom and passed out.