Easy A

I hate your Stephen Lynch shirts
and your Jurassic Park merchandise
I hate that I can’t talk to you
Without sounding like an imbecile (i know that doesn't rhyme)

I hate that you’re on my mind
Every seconde of everyday
I hate that I have to remind myself
I’d better stay away

I hate that when I go on Twitter
your tweets are the first ones that I see
I hate that when I talk to you
you never ever talk back to me

I hate that we have so much in common
but toi will never want to know
I hate that I don’t exist to you
and that I have to go through this alone

I hate that I have to restrain myself
From reaching...

It’s just a party, Damon had to tell himself when he knocked the Gilbert’s house door. However, it was Alaric who opened it.
“You’re looking for Elena?” he asked frowning.
Damon smirked. “No, Ricky, I was hoping toi could do me the honor of being my rendez-vous amoureux, date tonight” he a dit sarcastic.
“Sorry, Damon, you’re too old” Alaric joked back. Then he was serious again. “Ehm, Elena left five minutes ago”
“She did?” Damon asked confused.
“Yeah” Alaric said. “Hey, why don’t toi just get inside, pour yourself a drink, then I’ll change clothes and go with you. Jeremy can come...