/I glanced over to see only the bare wall. The poster was gone. Its crumpled corpse was haphazardly stuffed into the confines of a small wastebasket. I grimaced at the sight.
"Whatever. He better not call me anything gay. Like tiger or sport."
"I'm in a band?" He said as if it were a question.
"So I bet you nailed a lot of chicks, huh?" I inhaled sharply, nearly choking on a noodle.
“carpet face”/ -> Oh, the teenagerness of Jere: I LOVE IT! ;)
Great stuff like this only intimidates me to write myself. So you are to blame for my lack of updates.
Sorry it took me forever to read & review this. Everytime I wanted to ficcrap was down. But you know you role. Just check out your reviews & points. :)
Author's response
I simply can't have the weight of your writer's block sitting on my shoulders. Can't we just blame the Brit? No hard feelings, I know FucWad is being difficult. :)