I'm Sorry, Ozze. But I must. Soap~?
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Thread Topic: I'm Sorry, Ozze. But I must. Soap~?
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D'aw, thank you, Ozze! You make me smile, so much. :D *hugs*
My eyes widened. Travis narrowed his eyes at Adolf, as if to challenge him; as if to dare him to make a movie. -
DAMMIT.
*move -
LOLOL DARE TO MAKE A MOVIE.
I stared into his eyes. They were like stone... stones of hate. "Why are you here, bud?" (Whuts Travis look like?) -
:D BELOVED HOME VIDEOS~!
Bahahaha. It's a real dude. I don't give a crap. xD
He's 20 years old.
Travis clenched his jaw, glancing back at me, at my new bruises. "What the HELL are you doing to her?"
I stared at him, my eyes desperate and pleading. "Just stay out of it..." I whispered, my voice quivering a bit. -
TRAVIS. IS. HOT.
"I wasn't doing anything, unlike some people." I sneered. -
;D Yeah, buddy.
"You think I can't see those bruises?"
I let out a ragged breath. "I'm leaving," I barely whispered, pushing past both of them and making my way quickly outside. -
;D
"She fell. Ask the lady at the counter." I said, pointing. -
Travis raised his eyebrows. "Really. You expect me to believe that? I've been friends with Laci since the first day of kindergarten, and never once has she had those bruises until you came along."
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"You sure about that? Cos she isn't the only one with bruises."
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"Oh, is that so? You're suggesting to me that all of those bruises on her face are just from tons of falls? She used to be a cheerleader. She was on the track team and the school dance squad. I highly doubt that she'd suddenly become oh-so clumsy," he spat. Travis was about ready to kill this guy. Laci had made him promise that he wouldn't tell Adolf that she'd been telling him everything... But it was really hard not to. Believe it or not, he'd loved her since the beginning of second grade... A lot. He couldn't bear seeing her so miserable and broken.
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"Du dummer retard! Sie haben keine Ahnung, was sie wollen! Sie hat sich verandert du verdammter Idiot! Ich kann nicht glauben Sie! Arsch!" I snarled, in German. I could STAND him. I'd go f---ing Hitler on his ass if we weren't in public.
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Travis shook his head scornfully. "Maybe there's a reason why you're named what you are. Ever think of that?" He pivoted on his heels and left without another word.
I sat outside of the building, leaning against the cold brick.
"Come on," Travis grunted, grabbing me gently by the arm. "You're coming with me."
I shook my head. "I can't, Travis. I just can't." -
I ran my hands through my hair. Who names there frickin kid Adolf anyway?!
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He glanced at me, his eyes desperate. "Please..."
I met his gaze. "I'm sorry..." I broke away from his grip and walked back into the building, glancing back only once before the glass door shut behind me. -
And I'm of German descent. Halle-frickin-lujah. I stared at... er... Lily- yes that was indeed ehr name! I had remembered correctly- while she stepped back in.
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