“You did what?!?” Lucifer shouted.
“You heard me. I got to her first,” Xavier said with a smug look.
“I told you that I wouldn’t mind dating her. I thought you would’ve taken the hint,” Lucifer said exasperatedly.
“No, I didn’t take the hint, because I like her, too,” said Xavier.
“Even Wyatt would’ve understood that hint,” argued Lucifer.
“Well, Wyatt has known you longer, and he is-” Xavier was interrupted by the door slamming open. Wyatt stood in the doorway his gaze sharp, and deadly. He was wearing a black shirt, with a black coat over it. He, also, had on black pants, and dress shoes.
“So, which one of you sad bastards is taking my Lizybeth to the party tomorrow night?” Wyatt asked.
“Have you talked to her?” Xavier asked.
“No, but I’m sure one of you have asked. So, which one of you is it?” Wyatt asked again.
“I am, I asked, she said yes,” Xavier said proudly. “And now, Lucifer is being a bitch about it.”
“Really? Lucifer, suck it up. I’m proud of you, Xavier,” said Wyatt. “I will take her dress shopping in the morning, but until then, goodnight,” Wyatt left the room.
He walked through the Temple as silent, and stealthy as a cat. He was deep in thought about Xavier. He was one-hundred percent sure that Lucifer would be the one with her, not Xavier. He didn’t want to tell Lizybeth what he thought, but she may have just said yes, because she was desperate.
Wyatt came to her door. They had been friends so long that he didn’t bother knocking anymore. He went in, and found Lizybeth dead asleep on her bed. Wyatt quietly climbed up there with her. She was drooling on her pillow, snoring. Great. It reminded him of the sleepovers they would have together as kids.
He began to stroke her hair. He murmured in her ear that he loved her, but how ready he was to kick her ass.
“Lizybeth, get up,” Wyatt whispered patiently. She groaned, and rolled over. “I need to talk to you.”
“About what?” she asked groggily, blinking her eyes open.
“Well, first about what dress you are going to wear, but we can do that later. Anyways, what the hell are you thinking?!?” Wyatt shouted.
“I’m thinking that you’re sitting on my shin, and it’s starting to hurt,” said Elizabeth.
“Sorry,” Wyatt repositioned himself. “But, why Xavier?”
“I don’t know. I figured no one else would ask, and considering you’re a powerful warlock now I-I guess I just thought that you wouldn’t be hiding in the back corner. Like we used to do during those stupid school dances,” Elizabeth said sheepishly.
“Honey, I would hide with you. Who else would be your bitch?” Wyatt said this with a sincere look.
“I guess I would have to make do with myself,” Elizabeth was trying to keep a straight face.
“Eww!” cried Wyatt.
“Shut up, you do it, too!” Elizabeth laughed.
“Your point?” asked Wyatt.
“None, I have no point to prove.”
“But in all seriousness, I didn’t think you would say yes to Xavier. I mean, really. He is so not you type, okay,” Wyatt said this like a drag queen on cocaine. Elizabeth giggled.
“Do-do you like him?” asked Elizabeth nervously.
“Who, Xavier?”
“Yeah,” said Elizabeth watching Wyatt chew his lip nervously.
“Yes…a little bit, but I don’t think he’s…like me,” said Wyatt somewhat sadly.
“Honey, if you don’t want me to go with him, then I won’t. Honestly, I think Lucifer is a hell of a lot cuter,” said Elizabeth.
“Lizybeth, if you’re happy, I’m happy,” said Wyatt reassuringly. He stroked her hair one last time. “Well, you can go back to sleep. Oh, by the way, I’m going to take you dress shopping tomorrow.”
“Okay…Um, Wyatt? Can-can you stay with me tonight, I-I don’t want to be alone,” stammered Elizabeth.
“I will stay with you, if you move your fat ass over,” Wyatt said pushing her.
“Hey! My ass is smaller than yours!” said Elizabeth grinning.
“So?” said Wyatt.
“Goodnight, Wyatt,” said Elizabeth rolling over.
“Goodnight my dear, sweet Lizybeth,” said Wyatt cuddling her. A few minutes later she fell asleep in his arms.
“You heard me. I got to her first,” Xavier said with a smug look.
“I told you that I wouldn’t mind dating her. I thought you would’ve taken the hint,” Lucifer said exasperatedly.
“No, I didn’t take the hint, because I like her, too,” said Xavier.
“Even Wyatt would’ve understood that hint,” argued Lucifer.
“Well, Wyatt has known you longer, and he is-” Xavier was interrupted by the door slamming open. Wyatt stood in the doorway his gaze sharp, and deadly. He was wearing a black shirt, with a black coat over it. He, also, had on black pants, and dress shoes.
“So, which one of you sad bastards is taking my Lizybeth to the party tomorrow night?” Wyatt asked.
“Have you talked to her?” Xavier asked.
“No, but I’m sure one of you have asked. So, which one of you is it?” Wyatt asked again.
“I am, I asked, she said yes,” Xavier said proudly. “And now, Lucifer is being a bitch about it.”
“Really? Lucifer, suck it up. I’m proud of you, Xavier,” said Wyatt. “I will take her dress shopping in the morning, but until then, goodnight,” Wyatt left the room.
He walked through the Temple as silent, and stealthy as a cat. He was deep in thought about Xavier. He was one-hundred percent sure that Lucifer would be the one with her, not Xavier. He didn’t want to tell Lizybeth what he thought, but she may have just said yes, because she was desperate.
Wyatt came to her door. They had been friends so long that he didn’t bother knocking anymore. He went in, and found Lizybeth dead asleep on her bed. Wyatt quietly climbed up there with her. She was drooling on her pillow, snoring. Great. It reminded him of the sleepovers they would have together as kids.
He began to stroke her hair. He murmured in her ear that he loved her, but how ready he was to kick her ass.
“Lizybeth, get up,” Wyatt whispered patiently. She groaned, and rolled over. “I need to talk to you.”
“About what?” she asked groggily, blinking her eyes open.
“Well, first about what dress you are going to wear, but we can do that later. Anyways, what the hell are you thinking?!?” Wyatt shouted.
“I’m thinking that you’re sitting on my shin, and it’s starting to hurt,” said Elizabeth.
“Sorry,” Wyatt repositioned himself. “But, why Xavier?”
“I don’t know. I figured no one else would ask, and considering you’re a powerful warlock now I-I guess I just thought that you wouldn’t be hiding in the back corner. Like we used to do during those stupid school dances,” Elizabeth said sheepishly.
“Honey, I would hide with you. Who else would be your bitch?” Wyatt said this with a sincere look.
“I guess I would have to make do with myself,” Elizabeth was trying to keep a straight face.
“Eww!” cried Wyatt.
“Shut up, you do it, too!” Elizabeth laughed.
“Your point?” asked Wyatt.
“None, I have no point to prove.”
“But in all seriousness, I didn’t think you would say yes to Xavier. I mean, really. He is so not you type, okay,” Wyatt said this like a drag queen on cocaine. Elizabeth giggled.
“Do-do you like him?” asked Elizabeth nervously.
“Who, Xavier?”
“Yeah,” said Elizabeth watching Wyatt chew his lip nervously.
“Yes…a little bit, but I don’t think he’s…like me,” said Wyatt somewhat sadly.
“Honey, if you don’t want me to go with him, then I won’t. Honestly, I think Lucifer is a hell of a lot cuter,” said Elizabeth.
“Lizybeth, if you’re happy, I’m happy,” said Wyatt reassuringly. He stroked her hair one last time. “Well, you can go back to sleep. Oh, by the way, I’m going to take you dress shopping tomorrow.”
“Okay…Um, Wyatt? Can-can you stay with me tonight, I-I don’t want to be alone,” stammered Elizabeth.
“I will stay with you, if you move your fat ass over,” Wyatt said pushing her.
“Hey! My ass is smaller than yours!” said Elizabeth grinning.
“So?” said Wyatt.
“Goodnight, Wyatt,” said Elizabeth rolling over.
“Goodnight my dear, sweet Lizybeth,” said Wyatt cuddling her. A few minutes later she fell asleep in his arms.
I heard that I can have these signs:
1. U love the ocean
2. The ocean is calling out for u
3. U don't like wearing pants
4. I r naive
5. I love baths
6. I watch day little mermaid everyday. But the question is are we mermaids? Do we have a psychic connection with the ocean?
Are we even humans?...
Pls we can help each other find out :)
Dear Well....You,
I love you, you know that? I think your absolutely astounding, and amazing, and I hope you never change. You make my day in every way, and as far as now, you’ve been completely supportive.
I love how when I shiver just a bit, you hand me your sweater.
I love how you kiss my cheek when I blush.
I love you how you smell, and how you taste.
I love how you tell me I’m beautiful, even when I look like crap.
I love how when I’m just the tiniest bit scared, you tell me everything’s going to be alright.
I love how when you speak, sometimes, the most awkwardness things come out, and we joke about it.
I love how when I mess up my words, you tease me about it, but don’t make a big deal.
I love how you kiss me.
I love you completely
Please never change.
Love Me
I love you, you know that? I think your absolutely astounding, and amazing, and I hope you never change. You make my day in every way, and as far as now, you’ve been completely supportive.
I love how when I shiver just a bit, you hand me your sweater.
I love how you kiss my cheek when I blush.
I love you how you smell, and how you taste.
I love how you tell me I’m beautiful, even when I look like crap.
I love how when I’m just the tiniest bit scared, you tell me everything’s going to be alright.
I love how when you speak, sometimes, the most awkwardness things come out, and we joke about it.
I love how when I mess up my words, you tease me about it, but don’t make a big deal.
I love how you kiss me.
I love you completely
Please never change.
Love Me
I sit in the dark. Thinking about Jack. A single tear comes out of my eye, then another. I start to laugh quietly, trying not to wake up my sister. Then, the horrible memory from my awful dream came back to me. I went to the door and paused. I sighed and told myself that nothing is out there but the hallway, the dining room, living room and the kitchen. I took out my phone from my jacket and looked at the time. It's 5:59. I rolled my eyes and opened and closed the door quietly and sat on the soft couch. I started to drift into thoughts about Degrassi, and what it would be like if I went there. Then, a black figure moved across the kitchen. Spooked, I quickly walked to my aunts' laptop and looked up some funny videos on youtube.com to keep m off track from the figure. Hours passed, and I am still freaked. Ten minutes later, I calm down and look up some more funny stuff. Ugh! I must be haluccinating from lack of sleep. I rubbed my eyes and went back to my bedroom and passed out.