Men are the Worst Pets 2
..... To much going on to explain.
Part 3.
Damien sat in the loveseat watching the blurry pictures of the show N.C.I.S. dance in front of his insightful crystal blue eyes. Damien wanted to know what was with Miranda. She was always distant but this was... different. Like she was falling out of love with him or just figured she loved some other.
He sulked in worriment until she bound out of the room.
"Sorry Damien." She held a blanket over her long Dallas cowboy's shirt. "I like writing in peace." She touched his shoulder. When he didn't response, she said. "Have you seen this one? It's so sad, this is the one Kate-." "Ssshhh!" Damien held her mouth playfully. "I don't want to know yet." Her face sparkled in delight.
She was able to make him talk. "You won't talk?" he asked her. He seemed happy enough. She nodded back and forth; her wavy brown shone. They sat next to each other on the couch.
At the scene when Kate and the others are on the roof Miranda shouted "No, don't die!" just to joke with Damien. He whipped his head to stare at her. "What?" "Nothing she just dies here." Her radiant smile warmed him. Still he played along. He tackled her to the other side of the blue couch.
"Hey, you told me!" he growled.
"Ohhhh ... well you told me not to talk."
"And when have you started to listen to me?"
"Since ... this moment."
"Why are you fighting me?" he gazed at the girl he was pinning down.
"'Cause." She said simply.
Then he kissed her vigorously. She kissed back with just as much force. He suddenly stopped and continued watching the forgotten TV. Then Kate was shot in the chest and fell backward. Everyone was sad and gave up hope. Too bad she had to rise up to show she wasn't dead instead of only laying there.
"She's not dead." Damien's eyes lingered back to Miranda. "Wait." She whispered. Boom! Kate was shot in the head.
Damien waited until the ending song faded to say "You're always right."
"'Course." Was her answer.
They sat, each looking into another's eyes passionately. Then a slow grin grew on Miranda's face.
"Did I ever tell you, you're like a sexy mix between Enrique Iglesias, Leonardo DiCaprio , and Robert Patterson?" still under him, she said.
His response was "I thought you didn't like Robert Patterson?"
"I don't, but I think Leo is Twice as Cute."
"One of the three guys you named is gay and another is almost."
"And I still think they look like you." She mocked him.
"I look Gay?" his thinking face was utterly adorable.
"You do dress good." Their laughter roared though the apartment. Minutes after their laughing spree. Miranda added. "You look a lot like Enrique like his music video 'Takin' back my love. Except your white, but he totally got your hair style."
"I'm sure he did." Damien said sarcastically. "A star stole my style."
"That's why I love you." She kissed him lightly, as if a token of appraisal.
"....." He didn't know what to say to that. Still let her lather him with unwanted kisses.
Part 3.
Vicky kissed Jeremy on the lips. "Thanks, that was fun." She was referring to the awesome date they just had at the county fair. "I needed time away from homework. Besides study groups, those suck." Her small bow shaped mouth cussed. "Vic, com' on." Vicky's redneck cousin hollered from the backyard. (That's wasn't far enough.) Kenny's presences sent a cussing field inside Vicky's head. She knew better than to say all the stuff she was thinking to Jeremy. Not girly manners. Still she let irritation spew of her. "One sec. Kenny." She said from her clenched jaw. "Just kiss and get it over with." Kenny said back, he liked it.
Toying with Vicky in front of guests was his favorite pass time. "You're so annoying." She said right to Kenny's face from the corner of the house. "What have I done?" the hot guy she was holding on to said. He didn't hide the humor he was feeling and it show in his eyes. "Not you too..." Vicky smiled up at Jeremy. He towered over her a good seven inches. He was tall and very lean compared to Vicky's rather small and cubbish size.
"Don't go all arrogate and redneck on me or I'm not going to bring you here again." Vicky remained the false shock as before. "I want to go to your house in the future." He said in his calm movie star character. (Which he always had that perfect way of life.) Still Vicky would never tell him that she thought that.
Kenny laughed from his position. "You're a weirdo Vic." he chanted. She wanted to yell 'shut up.' But instead she huffed out a breath. "I don't think your weird Victoria." Jeremy held a thin strand of her ivory straight hair. "Eck!" Kenny said while Vicky kissed Jeremy deeply holding both sides of his earnest face.
"Why're gawking at us Kenny? Desperate?" Vicky smiled. He hasn't had a girlfriend since fifth grade, Vicky thought bitterly. "No, I'd think this is gonna be a rather interesting family reunion." Kenny said while jumping over the back fence and into the house.
"Well bye Jeremy. I'll see you later." Vicky let go of him. She knew if she just kissed him one more time it would start all over again and this time Kenny would have pull them off each other. Creepy picture.
Jeremy took a step closer to her to lightly peck her forehead. It was sort of a ' good thing I can control myself.' Kiss. "See you tomorrow at the biology lecture." He strode in the night filled sky and with a loud rev his Tiburon drove away kicking up dust clouds. Vicky knew all this because she sat and watched him drive off. She wasn't empty or broken she was just so happy she didn't want to share it with all her relatives that were most likely going to ruin it. A short while later she forced herself to get up and walk around. She knew they might know if she didn't.
Turning behind her she saw the window blinds pull back and all the nosey eyes looking at her from inside the big kitchen. Then as if nothing the blinds fell and a big thunder storm of laughter rocked her home. Vicky felt her cheeks burn with a mix between anger and embarrassment. He is NEVER going to come to this house again. Not with all these insensitive people here. Those missed up nosey red necks. She thought and stomped off to yell at some adult peepers.
They REALLY needed to get a life.
Damien sat in the loveseat watching the blurry pictures of the show N.C.I.S. dance in front of his insightful crystal blue eyes. Damien wanted to know what was with Miranda. She was always distant but this was... different. Like she was falling out of love with him or just figured she loved some other.
He sulked in worriment until she bound out of the room.
"Sorry Damien." She held a blanket over her long Dallas cowboy's shirt. "I like writing in peace." She touched his shoulder. When he didn't response, she said. "Have you seen this one? It's so sad, this is the one Kate-." "Ssshhh!" Damien held her mouth playfully. "I don't want to know yet." Her face sparkled in delight.
She was able to make him talk. "You won't talk?" he asked her. He seemed happy enough. She nodded back and forth; her wavy brown shone. They sat next to each other on the couch.
At the scene when Kate and the others are on the roof Miranda shouted "No, don't die!" just to joke with Damien. He whipped his head to stare at her. "What?" "Nothing she just dies here." Her radiant smile warmed him. Still he played along. He tackled her to the other side of the blue couch.
"Hey, you told me!" he growled.
"Ohhhh ... well you told me not to talk."
"And when have you started to listen to me?"
"Since ... this moment."
"Why are you fighting me?" he gazed at the girl he was pinning down.
"'Cause." She said simply.
Then he kissed her vigorously. She kissed back with just as much force. He suddenly stopped and continued watching the forgotten TV. Then Kate was shot in the chest and fell backward. Everyone was sad and gave up hope. Too bad she had to rise up to show she wasn't dead instead of only laying there.
"She's not dead." Damien's eyes lingered back to Miranda. "Wait." She whispered. Boom! Kate was shot in the head.
Damien waited until the ending song faded to say "You're always right."
"'Course." Was her answer.
They sat, each looking into another's eyes passionately. Then a slow grin grew on Miranda's face.
"Did I ever tell you, you're like a sexy mix between Enrique Iglesias, Leonardo DiCaprio , and Robert Patterson?" still under him, she said.
His response was "I thought you didn't like Robert Patterson?"
"I don't, but I think Leo is Twice as Cute."
"One of the three guys you named is gay and another is almost."
"And I still think they look like you." She mocked him.
"I look Gay?" his thinking face was utterly adorable.
"You do dress good." Their laughter roared though the apartment. Minutes after their laughing spree. Miranda added. "You look a lot like Enrique like his music video 'Takin' back my love. Except your white, but he totally got your hair style."
"I'm sure he did." Damien said sarcastically. "A star stole my style."
"That's why I love you." She kissed him lightly, as if a token of appraisal.
"....." He didn't know what to say to that. Still let her lather him with unwanted kisses.
Part 3.
Vicky kissed Jeremy on the lips. "Thanks, that was fun." She was referring to the awesome date they just had at the county fair. "I needed time away from homework. Besides study groups, those suck." Her small bow shaped mouth cussed. "Vic, com' on." Vicky's redneck cousin hollered from the backyard. (That's wasn't far enough.) Kenny's presences sent a cussing field inside Vicky's head. She knew better than to say all the stuff she was thinking to Jeremy. Not girly manners. Still she let irritation spew of her. "One sec. Kenny." She said from her clenched jaw. "Just kiss and get it over with." Kenny said back, he liked it.
Toying with Vicky in front of guests was his favorite pass time. "You're so annoying." She said right to Kenny's face from the corner of the house. "What have I done?" the hot guy she was holding on to said. He didn't hide the humor he was feeling and it show in his eyes. "Not you too..." Vicky smiled up at Jeremy. He towered over her a good seven inches. He was tall and very lean compared to Vicky's rather small and cubbish size.
"Don't go all arrogate and redneck on me or I'm not going to bring you here again." Vicky remained the false shock as before. "I want to go to your house in the future." He said in his calm movie star character. (Which he always had that perfect way of life.) Still Vicky would never tell him that she thought that.
Kenny laughed from his position. "You're a weirdo Vic." he chanted. She wanted to yell 'shut up.' But instead she huffed out a breath. "I don't think your weird Victoria." Jeremy held a thin strand of her ivory straight hair. "Eck!" Kenny said while Vicky kissed Jeremy deeply holding both sides of his earnest face.
"Why're gawking at us Kenny? Desperate?" Vicky smiled. He hasn't had a girlfriend since fifth grade, Vicky thought bitterly. "No, I'd think this is gonna be a rather interesting family reunion." Kenny said while jumping over the back fence and into the house.
"Well bye Jeremy. I'll see you later." Vicky let go of him. She knew if she just kissed him one more time it would start all over again and this time Kenny would have pull them off each other. Creepy picture.
Jeremy took a step closer to her to lightly peck her forehead. It was sort of a ' good thing I can control myself.' Kiss. "See you tomorrow at the biology lecture." He strode in the night filled sky and with a loud rev his Tiburon drove away kicking up dust clouds. Vicky knew all this because she sat and watched him drive off. She wasn't empty or broken she was just so happy she didn't want to share it with all her relatives that were most likely going to ruin it. A short while later she forced herself to get up and walk around. She knew they might know if she didn't.
Turning behind her she saw the window blinds pull back and all the nosey eyes looking at her from inside the big kitchen. Then as if nothing the blinds fell and a big thunder storm of laughter rocked her home. Vicky felt her cheeks burn with a mix between anger and embarrassment. He is NEVER going to come to this house again. Not with all these insensitive people here. Those missed up nosey red necks. She thought and stomped off to yell at some adult peepers.
They REALLY needed to get a life.
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