I Sold Myself to the Devil for Vinyls... Pitiful I Know (60)

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Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait! 

Hope you aren't dead! ;P

So before you read on I have a few things to say. First thanks to all my fans! We reached the 1500 y'all!!! YAYYY!! :DDDD  

I honestly can't believe it! I'm still waiting for everyone to send me a message going like "Pouhaha, we're joking, we don't really like your story, your story sucks!" 

I have brain farts like that... I'm random today! lol

Oh and ya, another thing. So, for those of you who are feeling like this story is going nowhere... well ya... sorry about that... but honestly I have a lot of things planned... I mean all the story until the end is planned in my head right now. But the thing is, when I started to write this story, what I wanted to do was build up a relationship. A strong relationship. And that's what I'm doing. I'm trying to build a strong believable relationship with jokes and sad things in between. So don't wait for a grand "everyone is a vampire/teen spy/mafia gangster/prince/serial killer". I'm trying to make this believable. And entertain you all by doing so. I mean, you gotta admit, if I had them kissed that time before Josh interrupted, things wouldn't be as fun right? You hate the wait, but you like it at the same time! Come on! Admit it! ;P

Okay, so I'm going to let you read on... and sorry again for the long wait, but I'm honestly swamped. I mean I wish I could tell you guys I've just been sprawled in my bed doing nothing but I honestly haven't. I am a busy busy girl! ;P

Oh one last thing...  

"Eleven... plus my English teacher" 

I'm still laughing. Proud of you! ;P HIGH FIVE! Oh and "Chu en manque!" So? You coming over? ;P

Read, enjoy, vote and comment!! :DDD

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"Well then, care to enlighten me Blakey-Boy?" I asked, looking at him with my eyebrows raised.

Was everything a rumour?

Could that even be possible?

No it couldn't.

"Well... what do you want to know?" Blake chuckled.

Why DID I want to know? I mean, it was a weird situation here. Did I want to know about what he really did with all those girls?

No I didn't.

But did I want to know what he DIDN'T do with all those girls?

That, I did.

Okay, I was confusing my own self right now and I had the weird cotton wool feeling in my ears again and this time it wasn't from the painkillers but from the alcohol. I guess the whole being weak from being sick yesterday made it a little easier to get me tipsy.

And I was starting to feel like skipping around the lawn and doing cartwheels.

Ya I was a definitely getting tipsy...

"I don't know... did you really lock a girl in the furnace room because you wanted her to stay put until you came back with another girl?" I asked shrugging.

Blake burst laughing.

But the pathetic thing was that this was really a rumour.

"So?" I asked, because he was just too busy laughing and wasn't answering.

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