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Även om jag inte har dem som dockor lägre tycker jag fortfarande om att tänka ut/skriva historier om dem<3
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En kväll i Belfast just innan Tysean bestämmer sig för att rymma till england.
(what I do when I'm bored and i don't feel like watching Merlin)
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(again, en del av orden sattes ihop när jag laddade upp den här)
The only thing I hear is the sound of my tiers against the black asphalt while I roll down the street to the bus shelter, were my bus is already waiting. It would have been cheaper to just take the skateboard all the way to Carosflat, but it's about four kilometres from here and well... I'm a pretty lazy person. I didn't even plan to go there in the firstplace, but after Angel had been texting me non stop for an hour, Ifinally gave up. The only reason that I didn't give up earlier was purely out of my laziness, 'cause the party I had been to when she started terrorising me really sucked. Then I kick up the board andsteps into the bus.
At this time there usually aren't any passengersat all, but apart from me there's a dark middle aged woman and an oldlady with a walker. When I walk down to the seats in the back of thebus, I can see how the little lady is following me with her eyes. Shehas a very judging expression on her face, and I don't blame her though. If I was her I would probably be knitting my eyebrows at sight of myself too. I'm dressed in my red jeans that haven't been washed since... well I cant event remember the last time I washed them, and a big dark grey hoodie. My hair is messy and unkempt, luckily though, most of it is hidden under the black beenie. My upper lip is pierced and if my eyes aren't dark from the lack of sleep, they are from smudged eyeliner. No I bet she's glad that she didn't meet me out on the streets.
I sit down with my back againstthe window and my legs on the next seat, maybe I should text Angel and tell her i'm on my way? It's been a week since we last saw eachother, so it's going to be really fun meeting her. I pick up my phoneand start typing.
“I'llbe there in a few minutes :)"Send.
I can see the reflection of myself in the window in front of me, wow I do really look scruffy. I smile to myself, and at myself. I am actually a good looking bloke, with cute freckles and all, but I've done everything else than caring about my apparence lately, and I still somehow manage to get laid whenever I fell like it. That's one thing I'll never understand, a thing that girls find reallyattractive is doushebags. I mean seriously? Or maybe it's the “badboy" and “gangster" thing that turns them on, and it's like apackage thing. Most “gangsters" are in fact douchbags. Not saying that I'm a douche, or, maybe I am? If I am it's not on purpose, and honestly most of the girls I shag couldn't care less if I didn't callthem the next morning. I just don't care about them that's all.Wooow, that sounded mean even in my head. But it is true though, if Imet someone that I really cared for things would be different, and tomy defence it's hard to care for someone you don't know the name ofand hardly remembers the face of the day after.
Though I'm sure thata lot of these girls deserve to be treated much better, but i'm sotired of it, all of it! At first it was really exciting, but now,well it feels like it's always the same old story repeating itself,over and over.
Angel says that I just have to try some new stuff, andthat she is more than willing to give me tips and show me sometricks. But I know her, and the “stuff" she's talking about will probably be way out of my comfortzone.
When I get of the bus I has started to rain, great. But he's flat is just a minute away, so if I hurry I won't be soaking when I get there.
The only thing I hear is the sound of my tiers against the black asphalt while I roll down the street to the bus shelter, were my bus is already waiting. It would have been cheaper to just take the skateboard all the way to Carosflat, but it's about four kilometres from here and well... I'm a pretty lazy person. I didn't even plan to go there in the firstplace, but after Angel had been texting me non stop for an hour, Ifinally gave up. The only reason that I didn't give up earlier was purely out of my laziness, 'cause the party I had been to when she started terrorising me really sucked. Then I kick up the board andsteps into the bus.
At this time there usually aren't any passengersat all, but apart from me there's a dark middle aged woman and an oldlady with a walker. When I walk down to the seats in the back of thebus, I can see how the little lady is following me with her eyes. Shehas a very judging expression on her face, and I don't blame her though. If I was her I would probably be knitting my eyebrows at sight of myself too. I'm dressed in my red jeans that haven't been washed since... well I cant event remember the last time I washed them, and a big dark grey hoodie. My hair is messy and unkempt, luckily though, most of it is hidden under the black beenie. My upper lip is pierced and if my eyes aren't dark from the lack of sleep, they are from smudged eyeliner. No I bet she's glad that she didn't meet me out on the streets.
I sit down with my back againstthe window and my legs on the next seat, maybe I should text Angel and tell her i'm on my way? It's been a week since we last saw eachother, so it's going to be really fun meeting her. I pick up my phoneand start typing.
“I'llbe there in a few minutes :)"Send.
I can see the reflection of myself in the window in front of me, wow I do really look scruffy. I smile to myself, and at myself. I am actually a good looking bloke, with cute freckles and all, but I've done everything else than caring about my apparence lately, and I still somehow manage to get laid whenever I fell like it. That's one thing I'll never understand, a thing that girls find reallyattractive is doushebags. I mean seriously? Or maybe it's the “badboy" and “gangster" thing that turns them on, and it's like apackage thing. Most “gangsters" are in fact douchbags. Not saying that I'm a douche, or, maybe I am? If I am it's not on purpose, and honestly most of the girls I shag couldn't care less if I didn't callthem the next morning. I just don't care about them that's all.Wooow, that sounded mean even in my head. But it is true though, if Imet someone that I really cared for things would be different, and tomy defence it's hard to care for someone you don't know the name ofand hardly remembers the face of the day after.
Though I'm sure thata lot of these girls deserve to be treated much better, but i'm sotired of it, all of it! At first it was really exciting, but now,well it feels like it's always the same old story repeating itself,over and over.
Angel says that I just have to try some new stuff, andthat she is more than willing to give me tips and show me sometricks. But I know her, and the “stuff" she's talking about will probably be way out of my comfortzone.
When I get of the bus I has started to rain, great. But he's flat is just a minute away, so if I hurry I won't be soaking when I get there.