《I Sold Myself to the Devil for Vinyls... Pitiful I Know》I Sold Myself to the Devil For Vinyls... Pitiful I Know (53)
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SURPRISE!!!!! ;P
Tiny-winy chapter people, but I felt bad for making you guys wait (which I really shouldn't because it really ISN'T that bad) but I did, and I didn't want to have stayed up for nothing.
Consider yourselves lucky, today was a busy day! (Mardi productif... mouhahahaha)
But again, it's short, but no complaining cause I shouldn't even have posted! But it kinda ended well... lol
Anyway, it is 2h25 AM, I haven't double checked it but I'm tired and I have a media class tomorrow... bleh -_-
Oh and sorry for not replying to comments and such, but again, busy!
Oh and while I'm here... it's NOT the pressure in my basement that's making you burp! (relation basé sur un mensonge!!! [pointe du doigt] mouhahahahahaha)
Anyway, enjoy this and I hope it'll help you survive until my next post ;P Which I really have no freaking clue when it will be... oh well...
Read, enjoy, vote and comment!!! :DD
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I thought about my answer for a few seconds, but obviously not long enough and sent "Of course it is"
Oh god!
The second I pressed "sent" I started to freak.
Crap crap crap crap!! My "not eating and not sleeping enough" had made a REALLY bad connection in my brain.
Shit, shit shit!
DAMN IT! That was the exact reason why we should be able to somehow stop text messages from reaching their final destination!!
Okay, I didn't need to freak... I mean he was probably going to reply something like "You really can't resist me, I expected more form you or something"... right?
But then, it wasn't a text I received next, it was an incoming call.
Oh crap.
I brought the phone to my ear slowly.
"I'm waiting" Blake simply said, no greeting, his voice mischievous.
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"What?"
"It's getting cold, you should really open your window or something... or even better unlock the front door, cause whatever people say, climbing up your wall naked won't be a sexy sight for your neighbors"
I was speechless for a second
"Are you freaking serious?!!" I almost shrieked.
"Why wouldn't I be? And I'm still waiting by the way! Getting cold Pumpkin, not a good thing for the boys!"
"Are you FREAKING SERIOUS!!?" I hissed this time and got up from my bed in one fast movement, kicking my sheets away.
"Of course!! Now are you going to open the window or not?"
"Oh god, seriously Blake, this is NOT funny"
"I know, tell that to my frozen nuts!"
I ran to my window, and pushed the curtains away, looking outside.
The front yard was empty, and pitch black, the lights from the street a little too far away to let me see everything closer to the house. And we didn't leave our front lights open at nights.
"Blake you are honestly scaring me right now, please say this is a joke!" I answered him, still staring intensely at the pitch black front yard, and the tress and all the flowers trying to find, or more like not find a human figure.
"Now why would you say that? You're the one who said you wanted to have me naked at your window, I'm just giving you what you want! You there yet? Don't you see me waving my hand? Cause I can't feel anything from down the waist now!" Blake said, his tome serious.
Oh god... this was a bad idea! This had catastrophe and awkward moment written ALL over it!!
"Okay I'm at my window and I DON'T see you! You're shitting me right?"
"No I'm not, don't you see? I'm freaking waving like some kid in Disneyland trying to get Mickey Mouse attention!"
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"I don't see you!"
I was HONESTLY freaking the hell out right now!!
"Well just come open the freaking door alright, cause I can't take anymore cold... I won't survive more than five minutes now!" Blake whined at the other end of the line
"Seriously Blake what the hell where you thinking?!! What's wrong with you?!!" I hissed and then tried to make my way silently out of my room and down the stairs to the door.
But what the hell was going to happen when I opened the door?
I should bring a towel or something... or pants! Anything to cover that up!!
"Can't blame me, can only blame yourself, you're the one who brought this on!
I wanted to argue but in a way, it sort of way... oh god!
By then I had reached the front door "You're a moron, but I'm only opening the door cause I don't want to have a dead corpse in my front yard... could be harder to explain to dad" or not... "you dumbass..." I mumbled the end and then sighed and unlocked and turned the doorknob.
And I stood in front a big fat nothing... and Blake started to laugh.
"Oh GOD!! You opened the door?? You really though I was naked in your yard??!!" he managed to asked between the hysteria.
OH MY GOD!
I wanted to scream a whole bunch of insanities at him right now.
THAT DUMB PRICK!!!
He had freaking almost gave me a hard attack!!
But I couldn't even yell at him because we were at night and everyone was sleeping!!
Urggg!!!
"You idiot!!" I hissed, trying to not make too much noise but show how freaking PISSED I was right now, while closing the door and locking it again.
"Oh please, you didn't honestly believe I'd be dumb enough to freeze my ass outside now would you? If I wanted to come in, I'd bring a latter or something, throw huge muttaeffing rocks at your window, bring back up... I'd plan ahead..." Blake still laughed.
"I hate you!"
"Thanks Pumpkin!" Blake laughed even more "Really thanks, you made the day a whole lot funnier!"
When he said that, my mind went 360 and back to the coach deal.
"Blake, what really happened with the coach?" I asked him, and the laughing stopped altogether.
"I'm... I just didn't do a test..." he started to mumbled "and apparently that was a big freaking deal... people freak for nothing..." Blake said a little madder.
Aww, football player needed good grades! That made sense... but why would he not do the test in the first place?
I asked.
"I just didn't feel like it..."
"Not a good reason Blake!" I answered him, now back in my bed.
"Ya so?"
"You're being stubborn..." I yawned and shook my head, resting on my pillow.
"And you're tired"
"No big deal" I said shrugging, but had to fight another yawn.
"Go to sleep Pumpkin" Blake said his voice almost... caring?
"No it's fine, no big deal, we were developing on your stubbornness, let's go on, on that topic..." I trailed, and rubbed my tired eyes.
"And now you're the one being stubborn, go to sleep Pumpkin!" Blake chuckled.
Ya... I should sleep...
"Fine... see I'M not being stubborn!"
"Whatever you need to believe..." Blake still chuckled a little "Good night Pumpkin"
"Night Blake..." I whispered and then threw my phone on my table and snuggled in my sheets.
And then I feel asleep, but I don't know why, before I left for dreamland, a thought filled my mind.
"Something is wrong"
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