Post by malaki thomas. on Sept 19, 2011 20:00:08 GMT -5
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,435,true][atrb=style,background:url(http://www.dinpattern.com/tiles/charcoal.gif); padding:25px;] nice guys finish last that's why i'll treat you like trash { it's not really what i wanna do This day couldn't get better, right? Of course not, getting up and finding you're still breathing is pretty good anyways - getting up minus a hang over is even better. Naturally, I skipped breakfast, then out the door I went. I had no plan in mind - just took off for whatever adventure this damned day would bring. Hey, maybe it would finish with a hot girl, or a huge party. Either way, it would be complete felicity by the end. Until then, I went to the mall in hopes to find something to do in the mean time. I could browse shops endlessly, with the hopes of finding something interesting. That's what I planned to, anyways. So, working my way from shop to shop, I hummed quietly to whatever song played above my head, tried on random hats, maybe a shirt or two, until I found myself growing even more bored with each passing moment. Stopping at a food stand, I grabbed a pretzel and sat down on a bench, sighing and taking a few bites. It was a little cold, causing me to scrunch my nose slightly before I heated it up carefully. Once it was to my liking, I took a few more bites, now satisfied with my lunch. Time to people watch. It was easy to do at the mall, so I just leaned back into the bench and finished off the pretzel in my hand. A girl walked, mind that, sauntered by, swaying her hips just so - and she had the good body to do it, too. I followed her bum with my eyes all the way down the hall, where she casually turned the corner. I turned back in the other direction, seeing two dweebs tumble out of GameStop. They were laughing and chatting excitedly about some game they just got, and my interest was easily flicked onto another hot girl. She stood against the wall, clutching a phone close to her face. She mumbled softly into it, before going silent to listen to the voice on the other end. I stifled a yawn, glancing away before she pushed off the wall and started walking away. Also boring. I needed something more productive to do - much, much more productive. So, I stood and walked towards the car displays, and voi la! there sat a beautiful, fire red Italian hot rod that just screamed my name. I grinned, walking past the salesman and popping open the driver's door. I slid into the leather seats, hands running up the smooth steering wheel and my breath catching with love. I gripped the wheel tight, settling into the seat and only letting go of the wheel long enough to close the door. My hands brushed over the center console, before my heart tightened. I wanted this car, badly. I got out reluctantly after a few minutes, turning to the salesman. However, he was talking to someone, and I sighed, leaning against the driver's door and waiting rather impatiently for my turn. This car would be mine, no matter what. |