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Charlatans And Saints
Faux Love
Biting my lip and heading out of the spare bedroom, I headed down the stairs and outside. The breeze hit my fishnet legs, and my high heeled boots clattered the ground noisly. I felt so different from Angie whenever I was in this ensamble. I had to be different, hell this was the Angie Jimmy fell in love with.
Heading down the road, I headed towards that damn junkyard where so many fucked up things had happened. In every sense it was my home just as much as Gloria and Christian had called it home. The small amount of time that I spent there made my heart practically sing from the friendship that I had created.
Reaching it, I easily flipped up the lock and headed inside. From what I could tell, two people were all ready seated on top of the car, chatting like they had been there forever. Furious at whoever was intruded the sacred spot, I marched up to see a light kiss shared between the two.
"What the HELL Gina?!"
Heading down the road, I headed towards that damn junkyard where so many fucked up things had happened. In every sense it was my home just as much as Gloria and Christian had called it home. The small amount of time that I spent there made my heart practically sing from the friendship that I had created.
Reaching it, I easily flipped up the lock and headed inside. From what I could tell, two people were all ready seated on top of the car, chatting like they had been there forever. Furious at whoever was intruded the sacred spot, I marched up to see a light kiss shared between the two.
"What the HELL Gina?!"