I'm not always a bitch but my sarcastic tones about everything seem to make me out that way. I'm really a nice person who likes to have fun.
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Hayley laughed softly and then bit her lip when he ran a hand down her face, feeling her cheeks start to warm a little. Shrugging a bit and then opening the chips, “I always said ridiculous should be my middle name…” After eating a couple chips she put the bag down. “Nothing really. Does dancing around my apartment in excitement cause I got those classes count as something?” Lightly pushing his shoulder, “You wish I was your slave. Ghost stories could be cool, if I knew any good ones…”
Derik furrowed his brow and gave Hayley a look of shock, I’m appalled. You hit me. That’s abuse!.” He started to laugh and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m more into comedy, so my scary stories would just be funny. Like this one scary time I was hanging outside the dorms at UCLA and these kids started making fake sex noises. They sounded like wounded animals. I think they probably should have had sex so they could see what noises they were supposed to be making.” He shrugged his shoulders and smiled at her. “You’re turn, and yes dance celebration always count.”
“Oh please, you’re just a big baby.” She stuck her tongue out at him. Then she grabbed a handful of chips and listened to his story, laughing when he finished. “People these days, you think they’d know how to make fake sex sounds. I mean, it’s not that hard to know that stuff with this generation.” That was her way of quickly covering up how she almost made herself sound like a slut. Biting her lip and tilting her head as she started to think. “Uhm…this one time I caught my boyfriend, now ex, cheating on me. So I took a picture of him, after photoshopping some lovely edits, blew up really big and put it on his dorm room door…he wasn’t pleased.” She laughed at the memory.
“Well, your dad is an ass.” She smacked his arm lightly with a laugh, “That would not be cool! Kinda defeats the purpose of the whole fight for freedom thing, doesn’t it?” After taking a few more skittles she gave the rest to him, grabbing the chips but not opening them yet. Raising a brow when he says something about the lamp, nodding a little. “I used to make forts all the time and that’s what I’d use for light. It’s better than flashlights, sometimes anyways.” She shrugged and took another sip of her pop.
“True, my dad is an ass.” Derik nodded his head, Daniel had treated Hayley like crap that Sunday. “I never said you’re actually going to be my slave.” He ran a hand down her face and laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He shook his head and then started to eat some of the skittle she passed to him. He hadn’t eaten much during the day. He had been so busy writing and working on music he forgot to eat. He looked at Hayley and grinned. “What have you been up to today? Other then making forts, and becoming my slave?” She was right, a flashlight would be cool. “We should tell ghost stories or something.”
Hayley laughed softly and then bit her lip when he ran a hand down her face, feeling her cheeks start to warm a little. Shrugging a bit and then opening the chips, “I always said ridiculous should be my middle name…” After eating a couple chips she put the bag down. “Nothing really. Does dancing around my apartment in excitement cause I got those classes count as something?” Lightly pushing his shoulder, “You wish I was your slave. Ghost stories could be cool, if I knew any good ones…”
Hayley shrugged a little, “I can just tell. You’re comfortable up on stage, which kinda says you’re meant to do that.” Her jaw falls open and she gasps, “Rude, you could’ve just asked for some.” Sticking her tongue out at him and then laughing. Raising a brow at him, rolling back over so she could take a sip of her pop. “You’re so funny, I can’t seem to find the joke in that…oh, wait! Me being your personal maid, that’s the joke cause it’ll never happen.” She laughed.
“Girl, my dad would call that reparations. A white girl as my own personal slave. That would be cool as hell.” Derik grinned as he spoke, knowing how ridiculous he sounded. “So rude, I still bought them.” He raised his eyebrows and watched her for a moment. He drank some more of his soda. “I’m pretty funny, yes…so are you.” He smiled and looked down at the pile of food between them. “Good call on the lamp by the way.” He pointed behind himself. He was starting to get nervous.
“Well, you’re dad is an ass.” She smacked his arm lightly with a laugh, “That would not be cool! Kinda defeats the purpose of the whole fight for freedom thing, doesn’t it?” After taking a few more skittles she gave the rest to him, grabbing the chips but not opening them yet. Raising a brow when he says something about the lamp, nodding a little. “I used to make forts all the time and that’s what I’d use for light. It’s better than flashlights, sometimes anyways.” She shrugged and took another sip of her pop.
She made a face at the mention of biology and his dad, then she laughed a little. “Follow your dreams, Sodapop.” Shaking her head, still laughing a little. “Screw what your dad thinks. I think you’re amazing at what you do. And it makes you happy, so you should stick with it.” She raised a brow at him, “Who says I’m gonna drink anything while on my back? If I had a straw, I could totally pull it off, though.” Hayley rolled her eyes over dramatically and sighed heavily, “Gah, you’re so needy.” She winked up at him and then popped a couple more skittles in her mouth, “What do you want? I’ll make it.”
Derik nodded his head as she spoke of following dreams. “Thanks Hayley, that’s cool of you to say, specially since you’ve only been to one show.” He grinned and then took some of her skittles, “you’re good at sharing.” He laughed and popped them in his mouth. “I have no straws, I don’t come that prepared.” He shook his head in dismay and then chuckled. “I am so needy, can you clean my house and do my laundry too? I won’t even pay you or anything.” He smiled down at her and raised his eyebrows.
Hayley shrugged a little, “I can just tell. You’re comfortable up on stage, which kinda says you’re meant to do that.” Her jaw falls open and she gasps, “Rude, you could’ve just asked for some.” Sticking her tongue out at him and then laughing. Raising a brow at him, rolling back over so she could take a sip of her pop. “You’re so funny, I can’t seem to find the joke in that…oh, wait! Me being your personal maid, that’s the joke cause it’ll never happen.” She laughed.
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Hayley put a finger to his lips, “Shhh! It’s magic.” Pulling her finger back and popping a couple skittles in her mouth, smiling at him. “I’m glad I came, too.” She was going to say something about being sorry for it being rough but then he grinned and she stopped herself. Raising a brow and grabbing her can of soda, opening it and taking a drink. “If you want me to cook for you, all you have to do is ask.” She laughed softly and poked him in the arm. Nodding and rolling over onto her back, tilting her head back to look at him upside down. “Yep. As soon as next semester starts, I’ll be off to classes and learning how to make a life in the real world.” She laughed at how terribly redundant that sounded to her.
“I just took biology. That shit has nothing to do with the real world, unless I want to be a doctor, but my dad wants me to get my education.” Derik shrugged and drank some of his soda. “He doesn’t think I can make it in the rap game, but I’m already getting shows, and my name is out there.” He smiled down at her. “Girl how you going to drink something upside down and on your back?” He started to laugh and licked his lips, that was something she would do anyway. “I need you to cook for me, otherwise I will just keep eating with my folks, or microwaving hungry man dinners. Asher and I live in the freezer section.”
She made a face at the mention of biology and his dad, then she laughed a little. “Follow your dreams, Sodapop.” Shaking her head, still laughing a little. “Screw what your dad thinks. I think you’re amazing at what you do. And it makes you happy, so you should stick with it.” She raised a brow at him, “Who says I’m gonna drink anything while on my back? If I had a straw, I could totally pull it off, though.” Hayley rolled her eyes over dramatically and sighed heavily, “Gah, you’re so needy.” She winked up at him and then popped a couple more skittles in her mouth, “What do you want? I’ll make it.”
Okay, I’ll go out with you. Cause you’re my crush too
