Thank you, Crystal, for this breath-taking chapter. Without you, I´d be nothing.
You know the drill…
the cold was a thief. -> That´s just plain beautiful.
He said with the most hideously huge grin smacked on the cocky face of his. -> I SWEAR the word “cocky” was invented for Pete Wentz. (For more than one reason.) The inventors, the DoJ.
Patrick's smile widened, full grin, all teeth, dimples included. -> Hm, that was the best sex I´ve had lately. :)
Pete plonked down his copy of Vanity Fair and eyeballed him. -> Ok, don´t taunt me with if there is no footnote to follow. What is this?!
her curls escaped like un-just prisoners over her shoulders and back. -> Yeah… for my taste, that´s too much. Sorry. Hey, Crystal is actually being nicer than me. But what do I know? I have curls, so that probably doesn´t count. ;)
behavior -> With the missing “u” in here, it´s become obvious to me that Crystal really wrote this chapter. ;)
"You're one too...." He said staring at her. -> OH. MY. GOD. in the style of that bitch from Friends that Chandler used to date
I loved this chapter. Take your goddamn rating point already cos I don´t want it.
P.S.: Also, thank you, Katy. Whatever…
Author's response
did you just put a 'whatever' in my review???.....you're dead.