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moondancewrites · 6 years ago

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S.O.S. - Chapter 15

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Evie Burns (OFC)

Warnings: Relentless teasing, a bit of PDA, angst

A/N: The rest of the story can be found on my Masterlist

Evie’s heartbeat had finally gotten back to a normal rhythm by the time she walked into her building. But then it skipped a beat when she saw a text from Lance pop up.

‘Quick thinking with the whole check thing. I think she bought it.’

‘Really? Good. I wouldn’t have.’

‘Well, it’s Tiffany. Hahaha.’

‘Don’t be mean, Lance,’ she wrote back, smiling to herself. ‘GTG.’

She turned the corner to the hallway that her office was on, smiling and waving at Yvette, the administrative assistant for the floor. “Oh, hey, Evelyn! Charles is looking for you.”

“Oh? He said I didn’t have to be in until 10. It’s 9:55.”

“I dunno. That’s just what he said,” Yvette said with a shrug. “Hey, what’s that on your neck?”

“Huh?” Evie asked, bringing her hand to her neck expecting to brush something off, but all she felt was a sore patch from where Lance had given her a love bite. Her cheeks turned bright red. Damn him. She told him not to do that. Honestly, she didn’t even remember him doing it.

“Good morning, huh?” she asked, giving her a knowing smile. “I have some concealer in my bag if you want to fix it before you go see Charles.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” Evie sighed.

Thanks to Yvette, Charles didn’t notice the bite. He did, however, wonder why she was coming in so late. But after she reminded him that he said she could get a late start that day, he let it go and went on to talk about the afternoon’s schedule. He was a bit absent-minded sometimes and thanked Evie for being his rock through the week. He told her that if she kept at it, he saw a promotion in her future. If the mind-blowing sex from that morning hadn’t already made her day, that certainly did. She loved her job, but she always set her sights high and one day, she hoped to be in the big corner office on the top floor.

After her meeting, she texted Lance. ‘You left a mark on my neck, Mr. Tucker.’

‘Did I? Oopsies.’

“Oopsies?! You are going to pay for that oopsies.’

‘God, I hope so. Tonight?’

‘Tomorrow. I promised Hannah I’d help her with her math homework tonight.’

‘But aren’t you coming to practice?’

‘Can’t. Tiffany would know something was up if I showed up, after having come all the way out there this morning to drop off the check when I could have given it to you tonight.’

‘You’re so smart. But now I’m bummed. I want to see you. I miss you already, baby.’

‘After practice tomorrow I’m all yours. Hannah’s going over to a school friend’s house to work on a presentation.’

‘Right. I remember you mentioning that. Do you still want to go shopping tomorrow?’

She had told Lance about her whole wardrobe conundrum - about how everything she owned reminded her of Ben. Anytime she’d put on anything cute or flirty or, dare she, sexy, she’d hear Ben’s voice in her head saying how she didn’t need those slutty clothes to be pretty. And everything else was plain and cold and harsh and she didn’t want anything to do with them. Lance said he loved her in anything, especially those pretty dresses she’d started wearing more and more, but that he’d be more than happy to take her shopping and help her pick out new things that made her happy. He said that was all he wanted - for her to be happy.

‘I’d love to.’

‘And maybe we could go out to dinner.’

‘Are you asking me out on a date?’

‘I guess I am. So … want to go on a date with me?’

‘Absolutely.’

Evie knew that if she stuck around for practice that Saturday morning that she’d just be pining after a man she couldn’t touch while hearing how much all the other desperate housewives wanted to touch him, so she went to run some errands before picking Hannah up and driving her over to her friend’s house to work on the project. After that, she drove back to her house to wait for Lance to come pick her up.

Her heart fluttered in her chest at the sound of the doorbell and she tried to think of a time a guy ever made her feel that giddy. Surely, her first boyfriend must have … but she honestly couldn’t remember. Lance made her feel like a teenager and she giggled to herself because, honestly, the date they were about to go on was such a teenager date - the mall and dinner. But the thing with Lance was she didn’t need expensive dinners and fancy dates. She just needed him. She opened the door and he smiled at her. “Hey, gorgeous.”

“Hey. Come in for a sec?” He nodded, stepping over the threshold and instantly putting his arms around her waist, pulling her against his body and giving her a quick kiss.

“Do you know how hard it was for me to see you today and not kiss you?” he asked, nuzzling his nose against hers.

“I …” she licked her lips and a cocky smile broke over his perfect mouth. She kind of hated that it was impossible for her to hide how much he wrecked her, but she couldn’t help herself. She’d been hiding it for so long, and now she could show him how she felt … at least in private. “You should … maybe kiss me again. Just to make up for the fact that I-” he stopped her with his lips, moving them against hers so sensually that it made the dull ache between her legs intensify so much that her legs nearly gave out from under her. She grasped onto his shirt for dear life and he smiled into her kiss, dragging his hands up her sides and to her back; the heat from his touch searing her through the thin cotton of her dress. She opened her mouth to him, teasing him with a flick of her tongue and earning a growl from deep in his throat.

“I need to get inside of you before we go out, or I’m not going to be able to concentrate,” he said after they came up for air.

“But if you do, then I’m not going to want you to leave me and we’ll end up staying here all night,” she said with a pout.

“Is that such a bad thing?” he asked, kissing her neck just below her ear. She shuddered in his arms and he chuckled; his warm breath making the little hairs on her neck stand up.

“No,” she gulped, “But we… we have plans.” He was really distracting her with the way his teeth were grazing her collarbone. “And … I … need new clothes. And panties.” Lance stopped what he was doing, lifting his head to look at her.

“Panties?” he asked, arching his eyebrow suggestively.

“Mmm hmm. And …” she ran her finger over his chest. “Maybe some new bras. And if you’re good, I might let you pick out something you want me to wear.”

“Let’s go,” he said, grabbing his keys on the counter and leading her out the door.

The parking lot was packed. “I forgot it’s Saturday,” Evie sighed. “Maybe we should come back another day.”

“What? No. C’mon, this’ll be fun.” He gave her cheek a peck. “Okay,” she groaned, taking his hand. He laced his fingers with hers.

“So, are we thinking whole new wardrobe?” She nodded. “Cool. But …. Can you at least keep that pencil skirt you wore yesterday? Because seriously, baby, that skirt …”

“What about that skirt, Lance?” she asked in a teasing tone, leaning in and smiling at him.

“You know exactly what,” he said, glaring at her. She threw her head back and laughed. “Please keep it.”

“I’ll keep it,” she said with a nod, bringing her free hand to his chest and patting it. “Just because I love you.”

“I love you,” he said with a smile, squeezing her hand. “Let’s go shopping.”

Shopping with Lance was more fun than she’d imagined, even on a crowded Saturday. He had a great sense of style and he really took an interest in helping her pick out everything from shorts to blouses to dresses. He especially loved the dresses. And most of the time he picked stuff that looked amazing on her and fit her to a T when she tried it on. But, then there was the case of the red dress. Lance pouted at her when she shook her head.

“I am not trying that on,” she laughed.

‘C’mon. This will look amazing on you. Please?” She glared at him and his lower lip drooped even more. And then he threw in the puppy dog eyes and she knew he had her. He knew it, too. He smiled and gave her cheek a kiss. “I bet you’ll love it on.”

She did not.

“Nope. I’m not coming out in this. No way,” she said, looking down at the dress she somehow managed to squeeze into. It was teeny teeny tiny and bright red and her breasts were practically falling out of it.

“C’mon, please?”

“No!”

“Babe, c’mon.” His voice sounded closer. “Just open the door. Let me see.”

“It’s way too sexy, Lance.”

“Okay, now you have to let me see. That’s not fair, teasing me like that.”

“Shhh,” she hissed.

“There’s nobody else in here, baby. It’s just you and me,” he purred. God, he could make her do anything if he talked to her like that. She sighed, opening the door. “Damn. Baby, that’s … wow. You need to buy that one.”

“What? No! Lance, my tits are falling out of it!” She pulled on the top, making her breasts bounce as she tried to cover them. Lance bit his lip, staring at them. “Eyes up here, Mr.”

“I think you look amazing. Your body is so damn fine.”

“Stop it,” she giggled. He opened the door a bit more and stepped in.

“Lance, what are you doing?” She gasped, stepping back as he closed in on her, shutting the dressing room door behind them.

“Nothing,” he said with a devilish grin. “Oh, the zipper’s stuck?” he said loudly. “How unfortunate. Let me help you with that, sweetheart.”

“What?” Her brow furrowed in consternation, but when his hand went to the zipper and his lips went to her neck, she understood exactly what he was doing. “Lance…” She sucked in a breath when his fingers grazed her skin as he pulled down the zipper, sliding the dress off so that she was just in her strapless bra and panties. He stood up straight and smiled down at her.

“There. All fixed.”

“You need to …” she gulped, “leave.” He put his hand on his chest, stumbling back like she’d shot him.

“That hurts. I was just trying to help, sweetheart.”

“I know exactly what you were doing, Tucker,” she said, shaking her head at him. “Now get out before someone comes back here and we get thrown out of the mall and arrested for indecent exposure.”

“Alright, alright,” he sighed, leaning in to kiss her. She backed away and he frowned. “Are you mad at me?”

“For turning me on in the middle of the mall? Yeah, a bit!”

“Sorry,” he frowned. “But …” he leaned in again, whispering, “how turned on are you?”

“Stop it,” she giggled, pushing at his chest. “Go.”

She got him back at Victoria’s Secret, teasing him by looking at the corsets and see-through panties. “What about this one?” she asked, running the lavender silk of a barely-there teddy through her fingers.

“Yeah. That’s...that’s a good one. You should definitely try that one on.”

“Ha. No way. I’m not trying any of these on, buster.”

“But, but ..” She looked back at him and he was giving her puppy dog eyes again. She hated how much that worked. But she stood her ground, shaking her head. He sighed in defeat.

“Maybe you should go to another store and let me shop in here …” She stepped closer to him, lowering her voice, trying to sound as sexy as he had earlier. “That way you can be surprised when you take my clothes off.” He gulped, nodding. She gave him a peck on the cheek and pulled back, smiling at him and biting her bottom lip. “I’ll text you when I’m done.” He started walking away but then turned on his heel, coming back to her. “Lance,” she laughed.

“You said I could pick something out. Remember?”

“Right. So… go do that and bring it to me, and then go.”

“Oh, no. Mine’s going to be a surprise, too,” he said, wiggling his brow. Evie rolled her eyes at him and laughed.

“Fine. But don’t go too crazy.”

“I mean, Victoria’s Secret is kinda tame. If I really wanted to go crazy, I’d go to that one boutique downtown.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said with a shrug.

“I’ll have to take you sometime.” He leaned in close, smiling at her wickedy. “They have handcuffs.” Her breath caught in her throat and his smile widened. “Something tells me you might be kinda into that.”

“I …” She never thought she would be, but damn it … she was super into it. Or at least the idea of it.

“Think about it,” he said, giving her a peck on the lips. “Now, go shop. And don’t look at what I get.”

“I won’t,” she said, still struggling to find her breath after what he’d just suggested to her.

She probably spent way too much money in there, but she didn’t care. Just thinking about the look on his face when he’d see what she got made it worth it. Plus, they were all so pretty. And sexy. And she’d never felt sexier in her life, so it made sense to her that she’d dress the way she felt. At least in the bedroom.

She caught Lance trying to look in the bag as he packed it away in the back of the convertible. She slapped his hand away and he growled at her, grabbing her and kissing her. “You know how crazy it drives me when you do that.”

“What?” She gave his ass a little tap and he groaned. “That?”

“Yes,” he hissed, his dark, lust-blown eyes staring into hers.

“Noted,” she said with a smile, caressing his cheek. “Maybe that boutique has a paddle or something?” Lance’s grip on her tightened.

“I’ll take you there right fucking now.”

“Down, boy,” she giggled, nuzzling him with her nose. His chest heaved against hers and she smiled, knowing that she got to him just like he’d gotten to her. “I’m starving. Now, take me out on a date.”

“Okay, but just know that I’m going to be thinking about you wearing that corset you teased me with and spanking me the whole time,” he said, completely stone-faced. Now Evie was thinking about that, and Lance knew it, his lips turning up into that big, cocky grin that drove her nuts. This teasing was going to be the death of her, she thought.

“I … um …”

“C’mon, beautiful,” he chuckled. “I’m starving.” He opened her door and held out his hand to let her in, giving her a quick kiss after he closed the door.

The teasing didn’t stop at dinner. If anything, it got worse. And they didn’t even have to say anything … it was the way they looked at each other. And the little touches - a graze of a fingertip here, a brush of the knee there. And it didn’t help that the food was so good that it was nearly orgasmic.

“I really need to get you home,” he told her, calling the waiter back for the check.

“No dessert?” she asked, batting her lashes at him.

“You’re going to be dessert,” he replied, leaning across the table. “How do you feel about whipped cream?”

“I-”

“Here’s your check,” the waiter interrupted.

“Oh. Thanks,” Lance said, smiling at the guy. He smiled back and Evie giggled when he walked away. “What?”

“He is swooooning,” she sang.

“What? Nah,” he said, shaking his head.

“Are you kidding? The guy practically fainted when you smiled at him. I mean, I get it. I do. You’re definitely the hottest guy in here.”

“You’re imagining things.” Lance put his card in the billfold and the guy came back. When Evie thanked him, he just nodded and walked away.

“See? He didn’t even see me!”

“Uh-huh,” Lance laughed. “He probably just recognizes me from the Olympics or something.”

“Sure. Let’s go with that,” she replied. Lance glared at her and she smiled wickedly at him, moving her hand over his. “You’re right, the whole glaring thing is pretty sexy.”

“Now you know how I feel,” he said, winking at her.

“Okay, we really need to get out of here.”

As soon as they got back into the car, Lance pushed her skirt up her leg so he could touch her bare thigh. Evie sucked in a breath, giving him the side-eye. “What?” he laughed, revving the engine.

“Just drive,” she growled.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, sming that crooked smirk that she had learned was reserved for when he was being particularly naughty. She’d decided that was her favorite smirk.

“Your hand, Mr. Tucker,” she warned when they stopped at a stop light. Over the course of their drive home, it had inched up higher and higher and was now dangerously close to her panties. He looked down and made an ‘oops’ face, moving it down a bit. “Good boy.”

“Fucking hell, Evie,” he groaned, grabbing her by the neck and kissing her. Hard. So hard that it knocked the wind out of her. And then his tongue came out to tease her and she moaned into his mouth, letting him in. They only broke apart from one another when the car behind them started to honk. “Damn green light!”

“I think we should probably cool it with the whole kissing thing until we get back to my place, hmm?”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay,” he grumbled.

“That’s weird,” Evie mentioned a few minutes later.

“What’s weird?”

“Hannah isn’t answering any of my texts. I’m going to try calling her.” She did, and nothing. “Straight to voicemail. That’s really weird. She always answers me.”

“Maybe they’re just working really hard on that project and she left her phone somewhere?” Lance suggested.

“No. I’ve got a weird feeling.”

“Okay. What should we do?” he asked. “Want me to drive over there?”

“Do you mind?” she asked, giving him a pleading look. He shook his head, smiling at her. “Thank you,” she sighed.

Lance stopped in front of the house. “Want me to go with you?” he asked. She shook her head. “I’m sure she’s fine, baby.” He stroked her curls. “Tell her I said hey.”

“Be right back.” Evie walked up to the door, still feeling that sense of unease. But she was sure that as soon as she saw Hannah, it would go away. Everything was going to be fine. Lance was right - they were just really into the project. She rang the doorbell and Bianca, the girl Hannah introduced her to when she dropped her off, answered the door.

“Oh … Uh, hi, Ms. Burns. Wha-what’s up?” She said, leaning up against the door frame. “I thought you weren’t coming by until 9.”

“I know, but Hannah isn’t answering her phone and I was just worried.”

“Oh. Hannah’s fine. Just, ya know, really into the project,” Bianca said with a big smile, nodding.

“Can I talk to her? I just want to tell her to turn her phone on.” When Evie tried to look into the house, Bianca closed the door a bit, filling up the space with her arms.

“Oh, I’ll tell her,” she said. That sense of unease in Evie had only gotten worse since Bianca came to the door. Something was definitely wrong.

“Bianca, I’d really like to see Hannah, please.”

“Crap,” the girl sighed. “She’s not here. Okay?”

“What?! Where is she?”

“God, she’s gonna kill me,” Bianca groaned, running her hand over her face. “She’s at the movies with Harrison.”

“Who is Harrison?” Evie asked. She scanned her brain for a mention of that name, but nothing was coming to mind. Hannah had never mentioned a Harrison before.

“Her boyfriend?” Bianca said like it was common knowledge. “Oh, crap. You didn’t know that, did you? She told me about that. Man, I’m so dead.”

“No, you aren’t. Because Hannah is about to be so grounded she won’t have time to kill you,” Evie told her. Bianca’s eyes widened. “What theater?”

“The Cineplex down the street.” Evie nodded and turned away, only to turn back around.

“What movie?”

“The new Avengers one I think.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“Please don’t thank me,” the girl sighed, closing the door.

“Crap. Crap crap CRAP!” Evie chanted as she walked back down the car.

“What’s wrong? Where is she?” Lance asked.

“At the movies. With her boyfriend, apparently?” Evie couldn’t even believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. She thought her and Hannah were so close - boy, was she wrong.

“What? What boyfriend?!” Lance exclaimed. “What theater?”

“The Cineplex down the street. I’m getting the address now.”

“You want to go get her?” he asked.

“Yes. She is in big, big trouble.”

“Babe, maybe we should-”

“Lance, just take me there, okay?”

“Alright,” he said, revving up the engine.

Lance found a parking spot close to the theater and got out to open Evie’s door. She took his hand and pulled him towards the entrance. She opened the door to the theater, heading towards the box office. “Baby, slow down. What are you going to do? Storm into the movie theater? Those Marvel geeks will have your head.”

“I don’t really care. She lied to me, Lance. And that’s not going to fly.”

“Evie, come on,” he sighed, pulling her back and turning her to face him. “Let’s just wait out in the lobby for her to come out and take her home and then have a talk with her, okay? There’s no need to make a scene.”

“Who knows how long we’ll be waiting? Lance, I need to talk to her. Now.”

“I don’t think we’ll have to wait, long. Looks like the movie just let out. See? There’s someone in a Captain America shirt. And another Captain America shirt. And a shirt with that racoon dude on it. And-”

“Hannah,” Evie sighed. Hannah looked up and the expression on her face simultaneously broke Evie’s heart and made her blood boil. “How’s the project going?” she asked, crossing her hands over her chest.

“Auntie. I … We finished early and …” She dropped her hand from Harrison’s grasp. He was at least a foot taller than her and definitely older.

“Save it,” Evie said sharply. “You’re coming home with us. Now.”

“Seriously?” she challenged.

“Dead serious. Now. Say goodbye to .. Harrison, was it?” Evie crossed her arms over her chest. “How old are you?”

“Um. I’m 15.” Harrison looked terrified. Good. He should be. Trying to sneak around with a 13 year-old girl.

“What are you doing with my 13 year-old niece?” she asked him.

“I .. Um … We-”

“It’s just a movie!” Hannah exclaimed. “God!”

“Hannah,” Lance warned.

“What? Let’s go. I’ll text you later, Harrison.”

“No, she won’t,” Evie told Harrison before turning around and leaving the theater.

“I can’t believe you embarrassed me like that,” Hannah huffed from the back seat of Lance’s car.

“You-you can’t believe it?” Evie asked incredulously, turning to look at her. “You can’t believe it? If anyone should be in disbelief right now, it’s me. Phone. Now.” She held out her hand and Hannah pushed her phone in it with such force that she thought it might leave a bruise.

“Ladies, maybe we should save this for when we get back home?” he asked.

“Fine,” they said in unison, crossing their arms and slumping in their seats.

When Lance killed the engine, Hannah jumped out of the car effortlessly, storming up the driveway towards the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Evie called, following her into the house. Lance followed, closing the door. “We need to talk, young lady.”

“I don’t want to talk to either of you! You just ruined my life!” She stormed up the stairs.

“Hannah, listen to your aunt,” Lance said calmly. Hannah stopped and turned to face them.

“Why? So I can hear her lecture me about sneaking around with someone? You two are such hypocrites!”

“Hannah, come on,” he sighed, putting his hands on his hips. “This isn’t the same thing and you know it. You scared the shit out of your aunt tonight. And me, too! We were worried sick about you.”

“I don’t care. I’m going to my room!”

“Young lady. Get down here. Right. Now,” Evie said.

“I don’t have to listen to you. You aren’t my mother! You’ll never be my mother. You’re just an aunt that got stuck with me. And I hate you!” Hannah exclaimed before storming up the rest of the stairs and slamming her door behind her. The words felt like knives in Evie’s heart. She froze, unable to do or say anything.

“Sweetheart,” Lance sighed, turning to face her. Evie sniffed, trying her hardest to hold back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. But the way Lance looked at her broke her, and one slipped down her cheek. “Come here.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand on the back of her head. He kissed her hair. “She didn’t mean that.”

“Yes, she did,” she sniffed. “She … she lied to me, Lance. I didn’t even know she had a boyfriend.” She pulled back, looking into his eyes. He looked so sad, and it broke her heart all over again. “Why didn’t she tell me she had a boyfriend?”

“Probably because he’s a 15 year-old linebacker,” he said with a little chuckle. Evie pushed at his chest, stepping back.

“Why are you making jokes? And why aren’t you freaking out about this?”

“Who said I’m not freaking out?” he asked.

“You seem pretty calm to me!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “What happened to the Lance that freaked out when she went down in the basement to play spin the bottle on New Years Eve?”

“This was just a movie, baby,” he said with a sheepish smile. “And it wasn’t even a violent one or a scary one or a sexy one. It was a freakin Avengers movie. The dude is probably a nerd and asked Hannah to go see it.”

“Yeah, but how long have they been dating? I didn’t even know this boy existed and now he’s her boyfriend? We have no idea what else they’ve done together!”

“Hey, hey, hey.” He put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them for a second before she squirmed out of his reach. “Evie.”

“I think you should go home. I’m not really in the mood to be around anyone right now.”

“I think that’s the exact opposite of what you need,” he told her. Evie shook her head and he took her hands in his. “I’m not leaving you.”

“I … I just …” Damn it, the tears were back. “I thought she and I were …” This time, she wrapped her arms around him, crying on his shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he sighed, rubbing her back. “Let’s go sit down, okay?” She nodded and walked with him into the living room, sitting on the couch. He wrapped his arm around her, cradling her against his side. “Look, I’ve been dealing with teenagers for a while now and, really, she’s just acting like a normal teenager. If anything, you should be relieved.”

“Relieved?” she asked, looking up at him. He nodded, brushing his fingers across her cheek. “Why?”

“Well, let’s just say I’ve seen teenagers do a lot worse. Hell, I did a lot worse when I was her age.”

“But why didn’t she tell me? We are so close. At least I thought we were. I don’t understand. Did she think I wouldn’t let her date?”

“Would you? I wouldn’t,” Lance said. Evie looked up at him and he shook his head. “She’s too young. And she really needs to focus on school and training.”

“Exactly.”

“And that’s why she didn’t tell you,” he said, brushing a curl behind her ear.

“She’s never even mentioned him, though. It’s like there’s a whole part of her life that I have no idea about. And that’s…”

“Being a teenager,” Lance said with a little chuckle. She glared at him, but this time he didn’t make a naughty joke. “Come on, I know you had a little rebellious phase. You told me about it. Remember? The time you almost got a tattoo when you were fifteen. I’m sure your mom didn’t know about that.”

“Yeah, but a tattoo isn’t the same thing.”

“It might be to Hannah,” he said with a shrug. “Look. You both need to just cool down and breathe a bit, and then you should go talk to her.”

“But she hates me.” Evie felt the tears coming back. “When she said-” she couldn’t say the words. It hurt too much to even think them.

“She didn’t mean that. Aw, sweetheart, come here.” He pulled her closer, kissing her hair. “She didn’t mean it. She loves you. And you’ve been amazing with her. I’ve told you that before, and I meant it. You’re so amazing with her. She’s just got a little crush and when you’re young like her, your first crush can make you act a little crazy. That’s all it is. She didn’t mean it, baby.”

“I love her so much,” she whimpered.

“I know you do. I love her, too.” Even though she was hurting, hearing him say that healed part of her broken heart. She thought for a moment how Ben would have reacted in this situation and she thanked God that Lance was there instead, being a logical, supportive shoulder for her to cry on. She’d never been more in love with him than she was at that moment.

“I know you do,” she said, looking up at him. He smiled and she put her hand on his thigh, pushing up so her lips met his. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked.

“Everything.”

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Welfare Food Challenge: Day Four (20/01/2020)

I think that this lack of food hit me hard today. First of all, I had no energy to get myself out of bed. I blame this in part due to the lack of sleep I got last night. I think I watched the clock for two hours before I fell asleep around midnight or one o’clock? Otherwise, I can bet that this lack of food I am getting is starting to have an impact on my body systemically. I got up and got ready for the day just like I would any other. Thinking I was ready for the day, I headed out the door, not thinking twice to make sure I got everything. As I arrive at the school, I felt a rumble in my stomach, and it hits me. I forgot to eat… That means that I also forgot to pack a lunch for my afternoon class. I was kind of baffled at the fact that I forgot to eat… As I have mentioned before, I love food and I love to snack, but for some reason that all slipped my mind. Nevertheless, to keep this story short and sweet, I didn’t have anything to eat since the night before, up until today at three in the afternoon. I must say that I was having a hard time concentrating in class and that I had begun to observe a difference in my writing. I had noticed that my hands had started to shake while taking notes, as all I could think about was what I was going to eat when I got home. I was so hungry (I took a picture of an empty table when I got home, cause essentially, that was breakfast).

My interest was piqued, and I wanted to know why I may be forgetting such simple things… like eating? A blog from Harvard Medical School on nutritional psychiatry put out an interesting read, which helped to answer some of the questions I had. Here is what it had to say:

“Unfortunately, just like an expensive car, your brain can be damaged if you ingest anything other than premium fuel. If substances from “low-premium” fuel (such as what you get from processed or refined foods) get to the brain, it has little ability to get rid of them. Diets high in refined sugars, for example, are harmful to the brain. In addition to worsening your body’s regulation of insulin, they also promote inflammation and oxidative stress. Multiple studies have found a correlation between a diet high in refined sugars and impaired brain function — and even a worsening of symptoms of mood disorders, such as depression” (Eva Selhub MD, 2018).

No wonder I was forgetting the odd thing… All my diet consists of is highly processed foods that include all things bad for you. Albeit, the apples, frozen vegetables, whole-wheat bread and peanut butter are seemingly the only healthy things I was able to buy on that budget, but the rest of it? Awful. High sodium, high fat, high cholesterol, and high sugar foods that I don’t enjoy putting in my body. Not to mention, these foods have next to no nutritional value that my body can utilize for these long periods of time before meals.

After I got home from class, I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Again. I wonder how I was able to eat these so much as a kid, because I most certainly will be breaking up with them for a while after this week is over (you will notice I photographed yet another angle of this sandwich in the picture below). I wouldn’t necessarily call this my lunch, but rather a snack. I also decided to just make dinner as I have a lot of schoolwork I have to do tonight, and I was not satiated by the extra-thick peanut butter lathered sandwich. Dinner was exactly the same as yesterday’s lunch and the supper the night before that. Pasta with the flavorless tomato and “basil” sauce with a hot dog in it. Also, because I was so hungry and didn’t eat all day, I made myself two hot dogs on two pieces of sandwich bread. Unfortunately, I think the hot dogs gave me heart burn… They just weren’t sitting well today! Additionally, before I forget… I accidentally put the pasta box with my bowls. I actually laughed out loud to this one (tee-hee).

(My snack)

(Dinner above & my oopsies below!)

Regardless of how today went, I really hope that the next two days go okay. I have clinical and want to ensure that I am getting sufficient amounts of food to supply me with enough energy to last me throughout the day. I am happy to say that I am officially halfway done this challenge. Bring on day five.

Resources

Eva Selhub MD. (2018, April 5). Nutritional psychiatry: Your brain on food. Retrieved from https://www.health.harvard.edu/blog/nutritional-psychiatry-your-brain-on-food-201511168626

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road-of-self-love · 7 years ago

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Just a little forewarning, these pictures might be blurry, and that's just because my phone camera has this little thing called sun damage. So just deal with it. First up, we have my cute little door. I hung up my “Surf’s Up” sign and flower necklace thing (idk how to spell it). It’s a cute little foresight into who I am.

After you open my door and walk in, this is the view you’re greeted with. Yes, that is a wall of mirrors, and yes, I dance in front of them like an idiot. Pretty basic so far, yeah? Let’s take a closer look.

This is directly above where my head goes when I sleep, fun fact. So lets start on the top shelf and work our way down. My best friend gave me the “Friends will help you...” sign before our senior year of high school, and even though we went through a phase of not speaking, I kept it anyway. I’m really glad I did, because she’s the best thing since sliced bread. ANYWAY, next to it are the two photo albums I have from my adventures in California. I marched in the 2016 Rose Parade with the Wyoming All-State Marching Band. Those little pins stuck into my headboard are from that year. There’s a compass that says “Find your adventure” which was the motto for the parade, and then there’s WASMB’s trading pin. And we’re moving on again. Next to the photo albums is a cute little R2D2 that I got in Disneyland when I was there for the parade. The little airplane in front of it was given to me when I was six by my grandpa who owns the real life version of the toy plane. The mini Statue of Liberty is from my time spent in NYC when I was in fifth grade. The very wilted rose is from work. I stole it one day when I was having a really tough day. Next is my cute little cactus! His name is Harry and I’m really excited to take him to college with me. The toy horse is from my younger days when I played with horses all the time, wishing to ride and be out in the country with them all day. And then finally, the picture behind the horse is of myself and three of my very dear friends on Valentine’s Day this year. We went on a road trip and did a bunch of super fun things together. My friend Lindee knew how hard it was going to be on me, having just got out of a relationship, so she and her boyfriend planned the whole outing to remind me that love exists in more than just the romantic form. It was one of the best days of my year.

Moving on to my little “end table”. I obviously hate candles. And fun fact (which ties into my door theme), all of them are tropical scented. Except the Candlelights, which, to be fair, I didn’t pick out so that’s why they’re different. My current favorite candle is my Aloha Colada one, which is the white one in the front. You can also see my hair brush that I forgot to clean out after I finished brushing my hair this morning, my hand sanitizer, and my little phone stand thing.

This is my new favorite corner of my room. It’s where I sit and watch Netflix, YouTube, read books, and just generally chill. I dig it.

This is my chair, a little close up. I have a little table I set up whenever I’m using my laptop, so it doesn’t normally sit there. However, When I’m finished using it for the night, It sits right there. My emoji pillows stay there full time, except I use the smiling one whenever I’m too lazy to fluff my regular bed pillow.

Definitely the most boring part of my room. My tank top rack that holds everything, my jewelry chest, and my garbage that ?I need to take out. Oopsies. Also, my flag from color guard is in the wrong corner... I’ll have to fix that.

Recognize this bad boy? It’s my Daily-Do’s from yesterday! I hung it up where I see it every time I walk out my door to guilt trip me into actually following it. Hopefully it works.

Now this corner is probably the most interesting of all my corners. It’s what I like to call the talent/hobby corner.

To begin in this fabulous corner, I have my book shelf. Freshly dusted and slightly reorganized since I’m reading a book from the middle shelf and I keep forgetting to return I’ll Give You the Sun to my friend who let me borrow it in the first place. As you can see, I have a very large variety of books: everything from cutesy romance to hard core action novels to the complete works of Edgar Allen Poe and William Shakespeare. And my movie selection is just strange, not about to lie. But this is just another little insight into who I am. It might be weird, but so am I.

Humble brag time. These are the hobbies I’ve kept with up until this point. So lets just list everything off before I tell stories. I’ve got my nail polish, knitting bag (pink bag under polish), ukulele, guitar, trombone, camera tripod, camera and extra camera bag, work shirts (oopsies), and yoga mat. Hidden beneath my camera are pictures I’ve taken and framed.

I took up knitting in fourth grade because I wanted to be better than this really annoying girl in my grade. Needless to say, I really enjoyed it.

Music is one of my passions. It moves me unlike anything else in this world and I couldn’t imagine living my life without it. I play a total of eight instruments and I used to be in choir, so nine if you count that. I picked up guitar the summer before my junior year, dedicated to learning a new instrument that would challenge me. And let me tell you, it really has. I’m impressed with myself for taking the time and putting in the work to learn it. Ukulele I picked up my senior year as a little passion project. It was extremely easy to learn in comparison to guitar and I really enjoy playing a cute little melody on it when given the chance. Trombone came into my life by accident, really. Jazz Two needed a bass trombone and I volunteered to play, praying I could fill the shoes I needed to properly. And honestly, I did. I went above and beyond, outplaying Jazz One’s bass trombonist (who’d been playing for three years) in just six months. I’ve been truly blessed with my musical ability. If I stayed dedicated and had the true drive for it, I don’t doubt I could go on to be a professional musician and make a life for myself playing music all the time. Anyway, jazz music is my favorite form of live music, and it’s my favorite to play as well. So in college I’m picking up the old horn and going back at it. I’m excited.

Moving onwards, photography is my life’s passion. There’s just something to be said about being able to adequately capture a moment in time forever. Photography does what words cannot do alone, which is ironic because they’re both two things I absolutely love. If you guys want, we could set up a little thing on like Wednesdays where we share some of our writings or just little phrases we made up that we really like! I think it’d be fun.

Last stop in the talent corner, my yoga mat. I started doing yoga when I was a competitive swimmer because it helped my body relax and destress after a week of long, exhausting practices. It and meditation have stayed in my life as little destressing things I do to relax and stay in touch with myself.

So yeah! That’s my talent corner!

Since I finished hanging my lights in my room, my chair’s corner is really chill and it just gives off this really warm, happy vibe. I finally feel like my room amplifies who I am.

And to round out this tour, here’s a panorama of my room with the lights off. It isn’t perfect, but it’s perfect enough for me. After years of not having a full space dedicated to me and my personality, it feels amazing to finally claim ever inch of the space.

I hope you guys have enjoyed this tour! It was fun to walk through my room and share stories and fun facts about me and my life! If you’ve got any questions or want to see more cool things like this, let me know and we can definitely make it happen! Thank you guys for joining me and I hope you have an amazing night/day!

#room tour #daily check in #not traditional #fitblr #health & fitness #my story #my room #my life #music #photography #life passions

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wordsturnintostories · 8 years ago

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8/ Nothing in the Mirror

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Summary: A lot can happen on a late spring day, especially on a bus. A lot more can happen if the ride ends before you’ve reached your station. If you end up in the Avengers Tower without memories, things have either taken a very good or a very bad turn of events. Too bad you have no clue who you are. Apparently, that’s not the case for everyone. Scarily, not all your secrets are hidden within your head, but you have two men by your side who swear to figure everything out with you.

Warnings: not sure if you can take all the fluff

Word Count: 1583

_Author's Note: Sorry for posting so late (I know, it's probably not that late for you, but to me, it feels like Wednesday is already over and I forgot to post.) I miss you, @buckyslion (and you too, @@aubzylynn) .

I promise we'll get back to mystery and violence soon. :)

Bucky woke up in the middle of the night, with a smile on his lips. Some moonlight dared to tickle his face and he closed his eyes, listening for the soft breathing of the adorable girl next to him. His smile faded and he shot up in an instant. Nothing. She wasn’t here. The bed was empty. Bucky groaned. Not again. He grabbed the handgun from a special holster underneath his bed, glad that he still kept it there every night. Who knew what the nameless girl was doing right now? The nameless girl who knew how to fight. He didn’t even bother to turn the light on, just rushed directly into the living room, pacing to reach Steve’s door, when he heard some clattering. Someone is in the kitchen. He tiptoed around the corner, counting on his advantage of surprise. Behind it, she stood, in his shirt and boxers, with messy hair and flour all around her. He grinned. She is crazy. What is she doing at - at 2 am? Baking!? He wasn’t sure if watching quietly would be considered stalking or creepy, so he cleared his throat and stepped into the warm room, the gun lowered.

The scent of sugar and sweetness filled his nose and he heard the last tones of the song you hummed. Then, you noticed him and a shock went through you, making you drop one of the eggs in your hands. He was still shirtless. „Oopsie.“ „Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. What are you making?“ You kneeled down, cleaning up the mess, trying to not look at him and his - body. „Um, I’m not sure what it’ll look like in the end, but-“ „Don't you have a recipe?“ „I - no, but I know… pieces. Now I’m just… trying to make something out of it.“ Buck’s face lit up at that and he moved a little closer in an attempt to catch your eyes. You weren’t sure if he’d be able to read what they expressed, so you kept them on the ground. „That’s awesome! So you are remembering things.“ „I don’t know. This memory feels like a basic, like tying your shoes.“ He didn’t understand this girl and her story yet, but she was extraordinary. What else he couldn’t figure out was why she wouldn’t look at him. Something is wrong, he assumed. Maybe they had lost her yesterday, with the book. They hadn’t meant to confuse her. Maybe there was more stuff going through her head and she didn’t know how to deal with it. „Starting with the basics doesn’t sound too bad to me. Although I really think we should go back to bed. Have you realized how late it is?“ He sensed the resistance in her, how she looked at the clock, then eyed the batter she’d created. „Just put it into the fridge. Write down what you need to do. You can finish it tomorrow.“ „Later, you mean.“ „No“, he smirked, „tomorrow is when I wake up.“ She grinned, putting everything away. If he was honest, the sight made him feel ticklish in his stomach, bringing up feelings he’d thought long lost and buried. This girl was beautiful and hadn’t even realized it yet. Now Steve would see what he would get for reminding him of his earlier days, for the ladies’ infatuation with him. It warmed his heart to see her smile, because he knew which smiles were real. Losing your memories was a harsh fate, but he’d make the best of it for her.

The next morning introduced itself pleasantly, sending rays of sun into the bedroom, waking everyone up. While the man next to you got up, you snuggled deeper into the warmth of the covers, getting lost in them. You breathing was gentle and steady and you could’ve slept for at least an hour more. A hand touched your shoulder, but didn’t quite shake you, so, unconsciously, you leaned into it. Someone whispered sweet words into your ear, but you wasn’t sure what it meant. The bed was sweeter. All of the sudden, cool air touched you in places where the blanket covered you before and your eyes opened immediately, meeting laughter. There stood Buck, holding your blanket, with a smirk on his face. But you shot up, sending him into a sprint out of the room. You were right on his heels, even in the living room, but he was fast. „Traitor!“, you yelled and he just laughed, loud and bright. ��You shouldn’t wake Steve up“, he grinned, face full of mischief. „Well, I don’t care about him. I care about my blanket.“ Both of you were standing on opposite sides of the table. You groaned; you weren’t gonna get him like that. So you jumped over the table, gaining maybe a second on him. He gasped but ran. „I want my blanket!“ „Well, I want you to come and get it!“ His eyes blazed with joy when you took after him. You didn’t blame him. Boys always needed their games and you were almost sure Steve didn’t chase after his blanket, so you’d have to endure this for a while. Speaking of Steve, you were so caught up in running, you didn’t notice him coming out of his room. You crashed full force into him, him half naked and half asleep. „Good morning“, he rumbled. You blushed. You hoped running into naked men wasn’t all you achieved in life. Well, if that was the case, you could call yourself an overachiever. „Help me“, you whispered, looking up to meet Steve’s eyes. Buck came up behind you. „Who’s the traitor now!? You can’t catch me and throw yourself at Steve?“ He grinned and full of mischief, wrapped the blanket around you from behind. He had you in his arms and carried you back into the bedroom like a battle trophy. Although you felt more like a sushi roll. Someone should write books about that instead of cheesy love stories. „Should write what, sweetheart?“ You blushed, then groaned. This was embarrassing, from beginning to end. This whole thing, with him chasing you, calling you pet names and you being wrapped in a blanket you couldn't escape. Oh, let’s not forget you running into naked men (only two so far, luckily) and doors at the sight of the former. „I wanna know“, he teased and slowly began to free you. You couldn’t fathom your luck at your chance to escape but shook your head, not wanting to tell Buck the sushi thought. „I have my ways of getting the information I want, you know“, he began, „I am an assassin, after all.“ „No, you’re not.“ He chuckled. Suddenly, he pulled you onto the bed, starting a tickle war. And man, he was strong. Captured in his arms once again, his chest heaving against your back, you felt his laugh reverberating through your entire body. He rested his chin on your neck, carefully observing your eyes in the mirror, making sure you weren't uncomfortable with him so close. But you smiled, cheeks still flushed from that tickle game you were sure would count as an exercise when performed with Buck.

He quieted down, like you, softly pushing a strand of hair back behind your ear so he could see your face better. „Buck, what do you see when you look into the mirror?“ For a moment, there was only his soft breath against the back of your ear as he thought, but his hands sneaked around your waist, he pulled you a little further against his front. „Something I haven’t seen in a long time, I guess. Joy. What do you see?“ „When I look at myself, nothing. There is a face and a heart, but they are masks - hiding the emptiness. There’s nothing in the mirror.“ You sighed, realizing how fast all the happiness had vanished, like someone had opened a window and let all the warm air out. Buck turned you around in his lap, touching your cheeks with his hands. His blue eyes focused on yours, searching for words you didn’t dare to speak out. „I know how you feel. But I’m here, okay? I’ll help you find yourself. When I look into the mirror, I see a girl who overcomes whatever falls in her way. Look, this has a good side too. Nobody expects anything from you, you’re free to discover yourself here.“ His mouth pulled into a smile that soon became a smirk, with that one corner lifted. „Also, you get to wear my shirts. Which, by the way, you look great in.“ You weren’t sure if he was doing this on purpose, making you blush, but it worked. Every single time. Man. „Yeah, they’re all the same kind of ugly“, you teased and he gave you a playful hit on the back of your head. „And then she says I’m crazy.“ „Can’t handle the truth, huh? That’s even worse, Buck.“ Steve suddenly stuck his head in, agreeing completely. „My exact words. You are the worst, actually, still sitting in bed and all. Get your lazy ass up and into the kitchen. I’m sure Tony wants to announce something, we shouldn’t miss that.“ „Just pull the plug of the coffee maker. It’ll slow things down.“ You stood up nonetheless, grabbing big clothes from Buck who was way more muscular than you. Although, your body did feel strong and your belly was toned. Athlete, but too many scars. What am I?

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jenniferu37-blog · 7 years ago

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8/14/17

Feeling extremely energetic tonight. Really good. :) Not sure where it came from, but I'm capitalizing on it. Lol. I wish I felt this good all the time. Maybe that will come with losing this weight. Plus, it hurts after I sit to stand back up. Lmbo. So that helps. My hips, from jogging. I took some ibuprofen, though. I pushed through the pain when I was over there earlier. Focused on my music. It's good distraction. It's nice to keep up to the beat and block out the discomfort. Anyhow, I hope you had a good day and that you sleep well. Thank you for saying you are proud of me. That made my night. I hope that I can make you proud when I step on the scale Monday. I really do want to do well for you. I saw a photo that they had hanging on the wall in the gym and it made me put things into perspective. All this talk of trying. It's actions that count for something. It said that There is no trying, only doing or not doing. Good point. I need to keep doing, not trying.

I was super excited and going to msg but don't wanna wake you, so thought I would post here 3ppl now that have told me they can tell I've lost! :)That's exciting. And I forgot to weigh yesterday. Oopsy. So I will send it today.

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cephii · 8 years ago

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1-200 let's go babe ;>

200: My crush’s name is: Jayjay the jet plane199: I was born in: 2003198: I am really: Hungry :^[197: My cellphone company is: T-mobile196: My eye color is: Blue?? Grey?? Something in between that. My eyes have yellow in them too, it’s weird 195: My shoe size is: either a 7 or 8?? I forgot194: My ring size is: I actually have no idea uH193: My height is: either 5′4 or 5′5192: I am allergic to: Certain food preservatives, something they put in sunscreen idk :^[191: My 1st car was: Lightning McQueen 190: My 1st job was: Being born189: Last book you read: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde188: My bed is: Soft, occupied by me atm, queen sized 187: My pet: Don’t got one186: My best friend: tARA185: My favorite shampoo is: Idk, oof 184: Xbox or ps3: Don’t rly use either 183: Piggy banks are: Gay, kinda cute honestly 182: In my pockets: I’m not wearing pants right now181: On my calendar: I don’t use calenders 180: Marriage is: Amazing for people who actually care about each other! But not just to get married, divorce is NOT fun. 179: Spongebob can: control gravity 178: My mom: is a huge role model to me! (She might be very homophobic oof, but she’s great! When she first came to the US, she had to learn an entire new language, make enough money to feed 2 starving kids, and pay for my dad’s funeral, but 13 years later she is very very successful in a career she loves 177: The last three songs I bought were? Isle unto thyself (Joe Hawley) The Greatest Show Unearthed (Creature Feature) Hidden in the Sand (Tally Hall)176: Last YouTube video watched: Val Val Val175: How many cousins do you have? 5174: Do you have any siblings? Yes! Two of them. An 18 year old sister, and a 7 year old brother173: Are your parents divorced? nope :^0172: Are you taller than your mom? yES I AM 171: Do you play an instrument? I play the ukulele 170: What did you do yesterday? sCHOOL DANCE AND HAD MY FRIENDS SLEEP AT MY HOUSE OOF [ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: No 168: Luck: No167: Fate: No166: Yourself: Sometimes165: Aliens: Yes164: Heaven: No163: Hell: To an extent 162: God: Nah man 161: Horoscopes: No160: Soul mates: In a way159: Ghosts: Yes158: Gay Marriage: YES 157: War: No156: Orbs: Nah155: Magic: Certain forms of it, yeah. [ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: DONT MAKE ME CHOOSE 153: Drunk or High: Neither, both are damaging 152: Phone or Online: Online151: Red heads or Black haired: Red hair150: Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes 149: Hot or cold: Cold148: Summer or winter: Winter147: Autumn or Spring: Spring 146: Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla 145: Night or Day: Night 144: Oranges or Apples: Oranges143: Curly or Straight hair: I really love both142: McDonalds or Burger King: I don’t really like fast food but if I had to eat it then yeAH BURGER KING 141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk chocolate 140: Mac or PC: Mac 139: Flip flops or high heals: Heels are prettier, but flip flops are wAY more comfortable 138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Ugly and rich, oof137: Coke or Pepsi: I can’t drink soda136: Hillary or Obama: Obama135: Burried or cremated: Buried (as loNG AS I GET TO DECOMPOSE)134: Singing or Dancing: Singing133: Coach or Chanel: Coach132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: i cANT CHOOSE 131: Small town or Big city: Big city 130: Wal-Mart or Target: Target 129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Why the fuck would I answer this128: Manicure or Pedicure: Neither 127: East Coast or West Coast: East Coast 126: Your Birthday or Christmas: My birthdaY 125: Chocolate or Flowers: Flowers 124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney123: Yankees or Red Sox: y A N K E E S [ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: War is just extremely stupid?? Pointless?? All of the above?? There is no need to kill people because you have problems. Why can’t we just play chess or something? To win that, you must be very skilled and knowledgeable. Instead of the bloodthirsty leading us, the chess players should ;^0. Think about it! War is a primal instinct. We, as humans, like to distance ourselves from past methods. Instead of advancing something we’ve done for centuries, why don’t we just reinvent it entirely? War really is one of my biggest and most sincere fears, neither sides are just when they want to kill people with beautiful lives just to solve some problem that is solvable with a simple debate. 121: George Bush: Don’t know very much120: Gay Marriage: Very very important! There is no need to even debate when gay couples are statistically less likely to divorce. 119: The presidential election: Eugh118: Abortion: It’s up to the mother. I personally prefer giving the baby away for adoption, but I wouldn’t shame somebody for going through with it117: MySpace: Never used it116: Reality TV: Kinda stupid, makes me really uncomfortable honestly 115: Parents: Mixed opinions??114: Back stabbers: I deal with too many too often 113: Ebay: Can be pretty useful I guess112: Facebook: Don’t use it, but it’s alright I guess111: Work: Very important! 110: My Neighbors: My neighbors both have VERY cute dogs. One of them has a huge golden retriever, hes super sweet. The other has 2 German shepherds, super pretty dogs auGH 109: Gas Prices: Honestly just use electric cars, fuel is running out108: Designer Clothes: Some are nice. Some are stupid and really overpriced. 107: College: Go if you want to, it’s useful! But kinda really expensive 106: Sports: I like some of them!105: My family: Love one half, despise the other104: The future: Don’t make me think about it[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: 12:00-ish when my friend left today102: Last time you ate: 10 hours ago??101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: I don’t remember 100: Cried in front of someone: 3 days ago 99: Went to a movie theater:2 years ago-ish98: Took a vacation: 7 months ago97: Swam in a pool: a week ago:^]]96: Changed a diaper: Never have 95: Got my nails done: Never have 94: Went to a wedding: 8 years ago93: Broke a bone: Never have92: Got a peircing: 9 years ago (but that was against my will eeP)91: Broke the law: I basically am in some way, always. It might be a dumb law, but I never know for sure90: Texted: I am right now [ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: Vini 88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: My blankets87: The last movie I saw: La la land86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: The last day of school!85: The thing im not looking forward to: First day of summer84: People call me: Clyde, Milo, Meelo, Gay83: The most difficult thing to do is: Not take things personally 82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: Never ever 81: My zodiac sign is: Cancer80: The first person i talked to today was: Vini 79: First time you had a crush: When I was 478: The one person who i can’t hide things from: Vini, Eugene, and Melody77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: Idk76: Right now I am talking to: jasmine and vini75: What are you going to do when you grow up: Idk, really. But I wanna be an astronomer!74: I have/will get a job: Idk, my parents won’t let me73: Tomorrow: comes today 72: Today: Is a sunday! Time to go to the store today 71: Next Summer: Is another summer70: Next Weekend: Idek oof 69: I have these pets: NONE OF THE PETS AHAHA68: The worst sound in the world: Someone I care about crying67: The person that makes me cry the most is: some ‘friends’ (In a bad way) Eugene (in the best way possible)66: People that make you happy: My (actual and not fake) friends! At least the ones who care to talk to me regularly 65: Last time I cried: like 30 minutes ago

64: My friends are: gay and half of them are fake as fuck

63: My computer is: Pretty okay! Might not be the best, but she gets the job done62: My School: I’m terrified of any school, it’s a terrible experience. I’m just glad I have people to talk to that get my mind off of things I hate about the place! (Minus the times they start joking about the subject and it upsets me :’^[)61: My Car: I don’t own one personally 60: I lose all respect for people who: make children cry59: The movie I cried at was: I cry at most movies jfc 58: Your hair color is: dirty blonde! It looks red in some types of light tho57: TV shows you watch: Right now? I’m really just watching Huner x Hunter and Rick and Morty. Not keeping up with much else 56: Favorite web site: niceonedad.com55: Your dream vacation: Death valley! Primarily to see the stars 54: The worst pain I was ever in was: Cutting my arm open with a knife 53: How do you like your steak cooked: Well done52: My room is: Kinda clean51: My favorite celebrity is: Neil Patrick Harris 50: Where would you like to be: In sleepy land 49: Do you want children: No48: Ever been in love: Yes 47: Who’s your best friend: TaRA46: More guy friends or girl friends: I kinda have the same ammount of both45: One thing that makes you feel great is: When people say they love me44: One person that you wish you could see right now: Eugene43: Do you have a 5 year plan: no42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: I don’t like the thought of death at all, so a list wouldn’t help me41: Have you pre-named your children: No 40: Last person I got mad at: My dad39: I would like to move to: Poland38: I wish I was a professional: faggot[ My Favorites ]37: Candy: Krówki36: Vehicle: I like planes 35: President: Idk oopsies 34: State visited: Pennsylvania 33: Cellphone provider: Idk 32: Athlete: Idk ooF 31: Actor: Neil Patrick Harris 30: Actress: CANT DECIDE AUGHH 29: Singer: Joe Hawley 28: Band: Tally Hall 27: Clothing store: H&M26: Grocery store: I don’t care as long as you have strawberry milk25: TV show: Honestly the Octonauts 24: Movie: La La Land 23: Website: niceonedad.com22: Animal: GOAT 21: Theme park: Disney20: Holiday: Halloween 19: Sport to watch: baseball18: Sport to play: Badminton 17: Magazine: I don’t read them16: Book: Pride and Prejudice 15: Day of the week: Thursday 14: Beach: Idk :’^[13: Concert attended: I don’t go to concerts 12: Thing to cook: I like baking muffins 11: Food: S T R A W B E R R I E S 10: Restaurant: Idk, aughhHh9: Radio station: I don’t listen to the radio very much 8: Yankee candle scent: I can’t smell candles 7: Perfume: angel by thierry mugler6: Flower: Roses 5: Color: Pink4: Talk show host: Idk oof 3: Comedian: Drew Lynch 2: Dog breed: Chusky 1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Indeed I did, my good friend

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