Danny’s P.O.V.
Seeing all of these people with kids ou about to have kids was really getting me down. I mean, shit. It wasn’t fair. I have always wanted a son ou daughter of my own. But, I can’t leave Timothy. I l’amour him with all of my heart.
When we got back home, I helped him unload the groceries from his car and carried them in. I guess I still looked pretty sad because after we put the groceries away, Timothy led me to the canapé and sat suivant to me.
“Alright,” he said, with much concern. “what’s bugging you?”
I couldn’t ask him NOW. He might get…serious and then leave me…No, I can’t ask him. “N-Nothing, Timothy. Don’t worry.”
He squeezed my hand. “Daniel, tell me what’s wrong. I hate seeing toi sad and I won’t stand for it. Please, toi can tell me anything.”
Fine. “Um…well, I want a kid…”
Timothy blushed. “I-I know…but…we can adopt maybe in a couple months ou something…”
I shut my eyes. “No, Timothy. Not adopt.”
I could feel his eyes open in shock. “But, Danny, how? That’s not possible…”
“It is. But…we would have to find…maybe…a lesbian couple who would be willing to…maybe…ya know…” I opened my eyes and looked at him.
He looked at me wide eyed. “Are toi sure toi want to do that?”
“Do you? I mean, this isn’t about what I want, Timothy.” I grabbed his hands. “Its about what we both want.”
He bit his lip like the little sexy boy he is. “I don’t know, Danny. This would be a big step for us. I don’t know if I’m ready to be a father…”
“I understand, Timothy. I’m not trying to rush you. It was just an idea.”
“Okay.” He sighed. “Let’s have dinner, shall we?”
“I’ll cook. I know how to make a really good pâtes, pâtes alimentaires dish. pâtes, pâtes alimentaires Puttanesca.”
He smiled. “PASTAAAA!”
I chuckled. “Oh god. I l’amour you, babe.”
He laughed and pulled me into a kiss.
We ended up s’embrasser for awhile. Just as I was about to stick my tongue in his mouth, he pulled away. “What? That’s not fair!”
Timothy chuckled. “No, I know it’s not. But we can’t always be jouer la comédie like a bunch of wild horny kids.”
“But,” I said, pulling him to myself, “We aren’t kids. toi are almost 30. ;3. So, technically, we can be as wild as we want…”
He blushed before he turned away. “Yeah, yeah. Just make your dish and I’ll think about it. Crazy boy.” He smacked my cheek softly and pranced off to the living room to watch TV. Damn. What a tease.
I prepared the Puttanesca. It isn’t a hard meal. It’s only about 5 minutes preparation. About 15 minutes to cook. “Timothy?” I called, “It’s time to eat!”
Timothy got up and came to the kitchen. “It smells delicious. Thanks for dinner, Danny. I really appreciate it.”
“It’s no big deal.” I smiled at him. “I just wanted to say thank toi for everything toi do.”
He smiled at his plate and started to eat. Man, it must have been good. Timothy was almost already done with it before I even started.
“Timothy? Were toi hungry?”
“Hm…” he looked at his empty plate. “A little. :D. Can I have more?”
“Sure! ^-^. Help yourself.” I said. I’m glad that he likes the dish. I l’amour it.
Timothy got up and served himself some plus pasta. “This is really good, Danny! Where did toi learn to make it?”
“It was my grandmother’s recipe. She taught it to me and I guess I always remembered it. I used to cook it for her when she was in a bad mood. It would cheer her right up.” I found myself looking at my plate.
“I bet toi really miss her, huh Dan? I miss her. She was a very kind-hearted woman.”
I sighed. “Yeah. I miss her a lot.” She was so nice and she cared for me plus than my parents ever did.
He hugged me tightly. “I’m sorry. I’m here for you…”
“I know. That’s why I l’amour you.” I ate some plus pasta. It was almost gone because when I get nervous ou sad, I eat like no other. “Look,” I said, finishing my pasta, “I think I am going to her grave tomorrow…I know that toi don’t probably want to go…and toi don’t have to. I just want to go see her…”
Timothy’s facial expression turned shocked. “Of course I want to go! I loved her like a mother. And since we are together, I want to be there with you, okay?”
I smiled and pulled him into a hug. “Thank you. It means a lot.”
“It’s no problem. I want to go get some stuff from my apartment. I’ll be back in like an hour, okay Danny?”
“Oh.” I said, looking at him sadly. “Okay. Hurry home…please.”
He smiled at me. “I will.” He kissed me and sprinted out to his car. I l’amour how he looks in that little car. It just looks so adorable. I had a 70’s Camaro in my garage, but it needed work. I guess I could start working on it since I have nothing else to do.
I went into the garage and flipped on the light switch. The damn car is uglier than I remembered. It wouldn’t ever start and the seats were in horrible shape. I guess this is what is expected for a 1,200 dollar car.
Peering into the car, I saw so many problems. I mean, this thing was a piece of shit.
I opened the door and started tearing out the seats. It wasn’t very hard to do because they were so old. And they smelled really weird. I shivered and continued to tear them out. I couldn’t believe how nasty these things were.
“Alright,” I thought, “now that I have this shit out, where do I start…? Hm…I guess I should start under the hood…”
I opened the capuche, hotte and my god. I reeked of a dead souris ou rat ou something. “Shit.” I said, turning away, “This needs to air out. And until then…” I peered around. The fridge. We forgot to clear out the garage fridge of liquor…
Slowly, I walked to the fridge and opened it.
My favori bottle of bourbon was in there…
“Just a sip,” I thought, “Timothy doesn’t have to know…”
I opened the bottle and drank a sip. “Oh god…I’ve missed you…” I kept drinking.
“I can’t stop.” I thought, “I’m going to die if I don’t stop…”
I didn’t stop. I kept drinking bottle after bottle.
After finishing the last bottle in the fridge, I stumbled inside to the couch. I had a throbbing headache and I knew I was totally buzzed. I couldn’t help it…I needed something to drink.
“I want a smoke,” I a dit to myself. “I need my marijuana.”
I found myself getting up and walking to my drawer. There was a whole stash there.
Lighting up felt good. The smell of it lingered in my mind and it gave me an unusual euphoria. Nobody could ever take this away from me. I wanted this smell every day.
After finishing, I laid back down on the couch. My headache was even worse now and I could feel myself getting sick.
Timothy came accueil a few minutes later and opened the door with caution. He sniffed the air and looked at me in disbelief. “Danny…I can’t believe you…”
This wasn’t going to be good. I was also buzzed so this was going to be twice as bad. “I-I’m sorry…” I got off the canapé and staggered toward him. “Th-The fridge in the garage had…stuff in it. A-A-And…” I felt the vomit coming up. I sprinted to the bathroom, with him following after me.
I puked plus than I normally did. I was used to it but every time made me shake worse than I did the last time.
Timothy ran to my side and pulled my hair back. “Danny, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left toi alone. I won’t do it again. I need toi to go through your drawers and empty them of the Marijuana. I mean it, Danny. toi need to change.”
As much as I knew he was right, I had no faith in myself to change. I didn’t think it was at all possible. “Timothy…” I said, shaking horribly.
His voice sounded shaky. “What?”
“I need you…Please…don’t be mad at me…”
“I-I won’t. Just promise me that you’ll try harder…”
I started crying. “I promise…I’m sorry…” This made me look weak, but I didn’t want to lose him again. I’ve a dit this a million times, and I’ll say it again, but I NEED TIMOTHY.
Timothy hugged me and took my hand. “Come on,” he said, “Let’s go get ready for bed.”
I followed him upstairs and stripped out of my skinnies and my shirt.
Timothy crawled suivant to me and we fell asleep.
The warmth of l’amour was with me forever since that moment. <3.
commentaire c:.
Seeing all of these people with kids ou about to have kids was really getting me down. I mean, shit. It wasn’t fair. I have always wanted a son ou daughter of my own. But, I can’t leave Timothy. I l’amour him with all of my heart.
When we got back home, I helped him unload the groceries from his car and carried them in. I guess I still looked pretty sad because after we put the groceries away, Timothy led me to the canapé and sat suivant to me.
“Alright,” he said, with much concern. “what’s bugging you?”
I couldn’t ask him NOW. He might get…serious and then leave me…No, I can’t ask him. “N-Nothing, Timothy. Don’t worry.”
He squeezed my hand. “Daniel, tell me what’s wrong. I hate seeing toi sad and I won’t stand for it. Please, toi can tell me anything.”
Fine. “Um…well, I want a kid…”
Timothy blushed. “I-I know…but…we can adopt maybe in a couple months ou something…”
I shut my eyes. “No, Timothy. Not adopt.”
I could feel his eyes open in shock. “But, Danny, how? That’s not possible…”
“It is. But…we would have to find…maybe…a lesbian couple who would be willing to…maybe…ya know…” I opened my eyes and looked at him.
He looked at me wide eyed. “Are toi sure toi want to do that?”
“Do you? I mean, this isn’t about what I want, Timothy.” I grabbed his hands. “Its about what we both want.”
He bit his lip like the little sexy boy he is. “I don’t know, Danny. This would be a big step for us. I don’t know if I’m ready to be a father…”
“I understand, Timothy. I’m not trying to rush you. It was just an idea.”
“Okay.” He sighed. “Let’s have dinner, shall we?”
“I’ll cook. I know how to make a really good pâtes, pâtes alimentaires dish. pâtes, pâtes alimentaires Puttanesca.”
He smiled. “PASTAAAA!”
I chuckled. “Oh god. I l’amour you, babe.”
He laughed and pulled me into a kiss.
We ended up s’embrasser for awhile. Just as I was about to stick my tongue in his mouth, he pulled away. “What? That’s not fair!”
Timothy chuckled. “No, I know it’s not. But we can’t always be jouer la comédie like a bunch of wild horny kids.”
“But,” I said, pulling him to myself, “We aren’t kids. toi are almost 30. ;3. So, technically, we can be as wild as we want…”
He blushed before he turned away. “Yeah, yeah. Just make your dish and I’ll think about it. Crazy boy.” He smacked my cheek softly and pranced off to the living room to watch TV. Damn. What a tease.
I prepared the Puttanesca. It isn’t a hard meal. It’s only about 5 minutes preparation. About 15 minutes to cook. “Timothy?” I called, “It’s time to eat!”
Timothy got up and came to the kitchen. “It smells delicious. Thanks for dinner, Danny. I really appreciate it.”
“It’s no big deal.” I smiled at him. “I just wanted to say thank toi for everything toi do.”
He smiled at his plate and started to eat. Man, it must have been good. Timothy was almost already done with it before I even started.
“Timothy? Were toi hungry?”
“Hm…” he looked at his empty plate. “A little. :D. Can I have more?”
“Sure! ^-^. Help yourself.” I said. I’m glad that he likes the dish. I l’amour it.
Timothy got up and served himself some plus pasta. “This is really good, Danny! Where did toi learn to make it?”
“It was my grandmother’s recipe. She taught it to me and I guess I always remembered it. I used to cook it for her when she was in a bad mood. It would cheer her right up.” I found myself looking at my plate.
“I bet toi really miss her, huh Dan? I miss her. She was a very kind-hearted woman.”
I sighed. “Yeah. I miss her a lot.” She was so nice and she cared for me plus than my parents ever did.
He hugged me tightly. “I’m sorry. I’m here for you…”
“I know. That’s why I l’amour you.” I ate some plus pasta. It was almost gone because when I get nervous ou sad, I eat like no other. “Look,” I said, finishing my pasta, “I think I am going to her grave tomorrow…I know that toi don’t probably want to go…and toi don’t have to. I just want to go see her…”
Timothy’s facial expression turned shocked. “Of course I want to go! I loved her like a mother. And since we are together, I want to be there with you, okay?”
I smiled and pulled him into a hug. “Thank you. It means a lot.”
“It’s no problem. I want to go get some stuff from my apartment. I’ll be back in like an hour, okay Danny?”
“Oh.” I said, looking at him sadly. “Okay. Hurry home…please.”
He smiled at me. “I will.” He kissed me and sprinted out to his car. I l’amour how he looks in that little car. It just looks so adorable. I had a 70’s Camaro in my garage, but it needed work. I guess I could start working on it since I have nothing else to do.
I went into the garage and flipped on the light switch. The damn car is uglier than I remembered. It wouldn’t ever start and the seats were in horrible shape. I guess this is what is expected for a 1,200 dollar car.
Peering into the car, I saw so many problems. I mean, this thing was a piece of shit.
I opened the door and started tearing out the seats. It wasn’t very hard to do because they were so old. And they smelled really weird. I shivered and continued to tear them out. I couldn’t believe how nasty these things were.
“Alright,” I thought, “now that I have this shit out, where do I start…? Hm…I guess I should start under the hood…”
I opened the capuche, hotte and my god. I reeked of a dead souris ou rat ou something. “Shit.” I said, turning away, “This needs to air out. And until then…” I peered around. The fridge. We forgot to clear out the garage fridge of liquor…
Slowly, I walked to the fridge and opened it.
My favori bottle of bourbon was in there…
“Just a sip,” I thought, “Timothy doesn’t have to know…”
I opened the bottle and drank a sip. “Oh god…I’ve missed you…” I kept drinking.
“I can’t stop.” I thought, “I’m going to die if I don’t stop…”
I didn’t stop. I kept drinking bottle after bottle.
After finishing the last bottle in the fridge, I stumbled inside to the couch. I had a throbbing headache and I knew I was totally buzzed. I couldn’t help it…I needed something to drink.
“I want a smoke,” I a dit to myself. “I need my marijuana.”
I found myself getting up and walking to my drawer. There was a whole stash there.
Lighting up felt good. The smell of it lingered in my mind and it gave me an unusual euphoria. Nobody could ever take this away from me. I wanted this smell every day.
After finishing, I laid back down on the couch. My headache was even worse now and I could feel myself getting sick.
Timothy came accueil a few minutes later and opened the door with caution. He sniffed the air and looked at me in disbelief. “Danny…I can’t believe you…”
This wasn’t going to be good. I was also buzzed so this was going to be twice as bad. “I-I’m sorry…” I got off the canapé and staggered toward him. “Th-The fridge in the garage had…stuff in it. A-A-And…” I felt the vomit coming up. I sprinted to the bathroom, with him following after me.
I puked plus than I normally did. I was used to it but every time made me shake worse than I did the last time.
Timothy ran to my side and pulled my hair back. “Danny, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left toi alone. I won’t do it again. I need toi to go through your drawers and empty them of the Marijuana. I mean it, Danny. toi need to change.”
As much as I knew he was right, I had no faith in myself to change. I didn’t think it was at all possible. “Timothy…” I said, shaking horribly.
His voice sounded shaky. “What?”
“I need you…Please…don’t be mad at me…”
“I-I won’t. Just promise me that you’ll try harder…”
I started crying. “I promise…I’m sorry…” This made me look weak, but I didn’t want to lose him again. I’ve a dit this a million times, and I’ll say it again, but I NEED TIMOTHY.
Timothy hugged me and took my hand. “Come on,” he said, “Let’s go get ready for bed.”
I followed him upstairs and stripped out of my skinnies and my shirt.
Timothy crawled suivant to me and we fell asleep.
The warmth of l’amour was with me forever since that moment. <3.
commentaire c:.
In duncan dream
Duncan:*by himself*
Ariana: salut
Duncan: *looks up* well well aint it my cutie
Ariana: *blushes* aw how cute duncan
Duncan: *smirks*how about that Kiss
Ariana: *nods*come get me duncan
Duncan: *gets up and kisses her*
Ariana: i l’amour u juvenile
Duncan: l’amour u too
*end of dream*
Duncan: *awakes and gets up*
Ariana: *outside for a dip*
Duncan: *behind her*hey beautiful
Ariana: *jumps and scowls*o its u again
Duncan: u thought about that kiss
Ariana: i wont Kiss u if u were the last boy on earth
Duncan: aw that hurt can u fix my cœur, coeur dollface
Ariana: *rolls her eyes*never juvenile
Duncan: u say that now *walks away*
Ariana: that boy is so cute *smiles and goes back in the water*
Duncan:*by himself*
Ariana: salut
Duncan: *looks up* well well aint it my cutie
Ariana: *blushes* aw how cute duncan
Duncan: *smirks*how about that Kiss
Ariana: *nods*come get me duncan
Duncan: *gets up and kisses her*
Ariana: i l’amour u juvenile
Duncan: l’amour u too
*end of dream*
Duncan: *awakes and gets up*
Ariana: *outside for a dip*
Duncan: *behind her*hey beautiful
Ariana: *jumps and scowls*o its u again
Duncan: u thought about that kiss
Ariana: i wont Kiss u if u were the last boy on earth
Duncan: aw that hurt can u fix my cœur, coeur dollface
Ariana: *rolls her eyes*never juvenile
Duncan: u say that now *walks away*
Ariana: that boy is so cute *smiles and goes back in the water*
Name: Caitie
Age: 13
Nickname: Kit-Cat.
Sibling: Twin brother Jake.
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Green
Personality: Bouncy, bubbly, always happy and a great gamer!
Likes: Hanging out with friends, playing video games, making own short movies, beanies, playing the saxophone and always having fun!
Hates: Girly girls, make-up and pink!
Fav Colour: Purple, blue and green.
Fav Food: Candy, chocolat and soft drink! (Is why she get’s hyper).
Birthday: 12th of October
Bio: Caitie grew up in a small town in New South Wales in Australia and lived there until she just turned 13. When she was 13, they moved into the city in Sydney into an apartment and still doesn’t like the new move. She enjoys her time making short and funny movies, playing video games, playing the sax and hanging out with her friends. She hopes to be either an auteur ou a director and déplacer to the USA when she’s older.
Age: 13
Nickname: Kit-Cat.
Sibling: Twin brother Jake.
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Green
Personality: Bouncy, bubbly, always happy and a great gamer!
Likes: Hanging out with friends, playing video games, making own short movies, beanies, playing the saxophone and always having fun!
Hates: Girly girls, make-up and pink!
Fav Colour: Purple, blue and green.
Fav Food: Candy, chocolat and soft drink! (Is why she get’s hyper).
Birthday: 12th of October
Bio: Caitie grew up in a small town in New South Wales in Australia and lived there until she just turned 13. When she was 13, they moved into the city in Sydney into an apartment and still doesn’t like the new move. She enjoys her time making short and funny movies, playing video games, playing the sax and hanging out with her friends. She hopes to be either an auteur ou a director and déplacer to the USA when she’s older.
Name: Krystlyn Roxxane McMillin
Age: 16
About Me: Krystlyn Is Goth. Like Duh! But She's A Very Talkitive Jittery Person. She'll Get Along With Anyone She Meets. Enless They Give Her A Problem. After Her Parent's Got Divorced She Was emo But Then She Relized, Why Sit Here Depressed And Cutting When I Could Talk To Someone? Now Shes Just Goth. She Has Two Dogs, A Hamster, And A Cat. She Has A Little Sister And An Older On.
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Favorites:
Color: Pink, Purple, Black, Grey
Sport: Ice-Skating
Food: California Rolls
Movie: Paranormal Activity
Age: 16
About Me: Krystlyn Is Goth. Like Duh! But She's A Very Talkitive Jittery Person. She'll Get Along With Anyone She Meets. Enless They Give Her A Problem. After Her Parent's Got Divorced She Was emo But Then She Relized, Why Sit Here Depressed And Cutting When I Could Talk To Someone? Now Shes Just Goth. She Has Two Dogs, A Hamster, And A Cat. She Has A Little Sister And An Older On.
Any Question's???
Ask Bellow!
No, Not On My Picture!
In The Comment's Silly!
But Anyway!
Favorites:
Color: Pink, Purple, Black, Grey
Sport: Ice-Skating
Food: California Rolls
Movie: Paranormal Activity
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Bones-stupid,cool,homie
Noah-friend,hottie,cutie
Sinto-not bright,idiot ,moron
Candy-sexy boy,nice boy,cutie boy
Cebella-corazon,sexy boy,hot stuff
Kenya-a cutie,a sweet boy
Sweet-sexy,cute
Sugar-hot stuff,sweetie ,Alelly
Demon-her little Demon,King
Corabella-baby,a sweetie pie,Mister
Lizzy-her Little crazy boy,captain,mr hottie pants
Brittany-fine,her honey,muffin
Korea-squid boy,nice abs,not all cute
Style-fashion boy,cutie putie ,sexy Alejandro
Bleed-her King,Conquer,idiot,moron
Conquer-her Vampire,snake,her rattle snake
Mid boys-moron,not so pretty boy,crazy ass
the mimies girls-sexy ,ugly ,hey Mickey,Mikey
Kusher-ugly ,nice boy,hot abs
Bones-stupid,cool,homie
Noah-friend,hottie,cutie
Sinto-not bright,idiot ,moron
Candy-sexy boy,nice boy,cutie boy
Cebella-corazon,sexy boy,hot stuff
Kenya-a cutie,a sweet boy
Sweet-sexy,cute
Sugar-hot stuff,sweetie ,Alelly
Demon-her little Demon,King
Corabella-baby,a sweetie pie,Mister
Lizzy-her Little crazy boy,captain,mr hottie pants
Brittany-fine,her honey,muffin
Korea-squid boy,nice abs,not all cute
Style-fashion boy,cutie putie ,sexy Alejandro
Bleed-her King,Conquer,idiot,moron
Conquer-her Vampire,snake,her rattle snake
Mid boys-moron,not so pretty boy,crazy ass
the mimies girls-sexy ,ugly ,hey Mickey,Mikey
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