Soap?
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Thread Topic: Soap?
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sometimes dark and sad can be inspiring doe. ^-^ Mine are usually sad and shiz too but meh.)
Petro didn't say anything as he lead her back towards the front door. He turned left and there was a set of stairs. He motioned for Zoey to go up first; he didn't want her to try and run out of the house. In all honesty, he didn't feel like chasing her down at all. He just wanted to sit down, stare at the TV which didn't work because there was no electricity, and get a beer out of his makeshift fridge. -
If you go to the Library and go back a few pages you'll find a thread I made called The Book. I have some poems I'm there :3)
Zoey followed along quietly and still refused to look at him. She climbed the stairs quietly and rolled her shoulders slightly as if working out the knots in them. Sighing softly she awaited for more directions. Wincing in pain as she stubbed her pinky tow in the dark but she still didn't say a word.
Damn pinky toes. -
Cool! I'll check that out when I'm done with homework! haha, soaping and doing homework at the same time xD))
At the end of the steps was a door and Petro opened it for Zoey. There was a small bed that had two pillows and three blankets on it. Other than that the room was utterly clean and empty. It smelled like Ax cologne since that's what Petro used. "This is usually my room but I don't usually sleep," Petro explained. "So... here you go I guess." -
That's the best! I have sooo much homework but I like refuse to do it at the moment and yeah :P)
Zoey quietly inhaled the smell and found that she liked it a lot. "Thanks." Was all she said before stepping into the room and sitting down on the bed. She pulled her long legs into her chest and squeezed them tightly against her chest.
How long would this be her life? How long had this been his life? She laid her cheek down on one of her knees and frowned out the window. -
xD I space my homework out over time. I'm almost done with English, and then after that I have math to do. But I'll stay up until 1 AM to do that xD))
Again, Petro wasn't thinking before he let words escape his lips. "Is there anything that you need?" he questioned. He seriously didn't know what was wrong with him. He never cared about anyone. He grew a hard shell over the years, and it was very hard for someone to crack open and see what he was like on the inside. He was confusing himself. -
I'll probably be up doing English for a looong time. He always gives us some cray cray thing to do. Makes me salty >~
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That's akward lol. My bad~)
Zoey shook her head and casted him a sad look. She looked like a puppy who had just been kicked or had gotten in trouble for no reason. She sighed and looked away once more. -
xD tis fine. What's salty mean though?))
Petro sighed and nodded his head. He didn't say anything though, he slowly started to head back down stairs. He felt like the worst person in the world. That look she had given him... It tore him a part. He imagined that look on his face while his parents were ripping at their skin because they thought bugs were under them. He tried to get that image out of his head, but now it was burnt there. -
Salty is like slightly angry or getting mad lol. We say it all the time at school.)
Zoey closed her eyes and slipped under the blankets. Nuzzling the pillow she was surprised to find that they smelled like Petro. The smell actually helped her fall asleep even though it took her a long time to sleep. Shivering she nuzzled deep into the blankets and let a restless sleep take over.
She was tossing and turning in her sleep, her dark hair spilling across the pillow like black ink across a white page. -
HELL YEAH DONE WITH HOMEWORK! Or really? Cool xD At my school kids just say pissed as long as the teachers aren't around))
Petro walked over to his makeshift fridge and he pulled out a can of beer. He sat down on the couch and he stared at the TV. Though, he didn't feel like drinking anymore. The cold can was just sitting un opened in his hands. While he stared at the TV he imagined football playing. Though, he wasn't ever a big fan of football, he still imagined he was like any other boy who liked football. -
Kids in my school run their mouths to the teachers O.o and HELL YEAH! HOMEWORK JJABAKFNAH.)
Zoey huffed lightly in her sleep as if stressing out and she rolled over and plomped right off the bed. Cursing loudly she struggled to find her way out of the sheets as if fighting someone. She thumped her fist on the floor in frustration and finally pulled the blanket over her head much like E.T wore his blanket.
She glared into the darkness and sniffled slightly. -
really? We get detention when we do that o.O BUT WHILE DOING HOMEWORK I JACKED UP MY COMPUTER SOME HOW! DAFUQ XD))
Petro finally opened up the can, but while he did this he heard a thump. He sighed, took a sip from the can, and then stood up. "What the hell is she doing..." Petro muttered to himself as he went up the steps, two by two. Quietly Petro walked into the room and there he saw Zoey on the floor, one of the blankets pulled over her head. "What the hell are you doing?" he questioned her.
Though usually when people as that question, their voice is hostile and angry, but Petro's wasn't. It was a sincere question, and he wanted to know what the hell she was doing pounding on the damn floor at one in the morning. Though, it's not like he was sleeping anyways. -
HOW DID YOU MANAGE THIS? You loof :3)
Zoey had silent tears running down her face and she quickly wiped them away when he walked in. "Nothing." She said quietly and looked away. She turned her back to him and turned away. Burying her face into her arms she ignored him even though she was currently craving his arms around her.
What was wrong with her?! It was making her upset at the confusing emotions rolling through her body like tidal waves. -
xD Idk I went to a site to see if I could get the antonym of this stupid word, but then it froze up my computer. Now when I open up Firefox it wont show my tool bar at the bottom. You know, the little bar that shows the start button and that shiz. It's pissing me off))
Instantly Petro thought it was his fault. Of course it was! He was the b------ who kidnapped her! He looked down at his beer can and then set it on the floor. Quickly he walked over to Zoey and sat next to her. "It's something," he said softly and concerned. 'And it's my fault,' he wanted to say.
Petro didn't want to seem soft though, but he didn't want to seem like a dick either. He was so confused on what he should do with a girl he just kidnapped! -
Did you turn it off and turn it back on again? xD)
Zoey looked over at him and one last tear slid down her cheek and she sighed quietly. "This is a f---ing mess!" She suddenly exploded and slammed both fist on the ground again. "Why can't life be simple? I can see the pain you won't let anyone else see and that's why I'm here because I just happened to be the random girl at home when her parents aren't home and I'm seriously messed up in my head because all the sudden I can't stop thinking about you when you're the one who did this to me and yeah." She suddenly sucked in a huge breath and dropped her head into her lap. She's was flexible after all.
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