Status: Still going...it's going to be a while ^-^"
Fairytales and Nightmares
Yes
30 more minutes...I nearly fell asleep then. I hit my head against the desk a few times, trying to stay awake. Another all-nighter. At this rate, I’m not going to get any sleep for the next month.
Trying really hard not to doze off, I didn’t notice the paper ball flying towards me until it hit my head with a low thud. Startled, I quickly looked up and started glaring at Nate, who was staring at me intently with an amused smirk.
“You idiot...do you have a death wish?” I mouthed to him, but all he did was look at the paper thrown and back at me.
I swore under my breath in Arabic as I untangled the paper. There was just one word; “So?”
I frowned, knowing that he was talking about the deal he made. Grabbing a pencil, I scribbled onto the back, “Fine, I’ll take you up on your deal, but just because I haven’t the slightest clue about acting, you arrogant pig. Tomorrow morning 9AM at Central Park?”
Rolling the paper back into a ball, I chucked it at Nate’s head across the room. I accidentally threw it harder than I meant to, but I still chuckled as the ball landed on his head with a satisfying thud. I could feel his annoyed stare on me which only further fueled my amusement. I casually wondered how long it would take for him to start regretting asking me for help. 2 weeks max.
Trying really hard not to doze off, I didn’t notice the paper ball flying towards me until it hit my head with a low thud. Startled, I quickly looked up and started glaring at Nate, who was staring at me intently with an amused smirk.
“You idiot...do you have a death wish?” I mouthed to him, but all he did was look at the paper thrown and back at me.
I swore under my breath in Arabic as I untangled the paper. There was just one word; “So?”
I frowned, knowing that he was talking about the deal he made. Grabbing a pencil, I scribbled onto the back, “Fine, I’ll take you up on your deal, but just because I haven’t the slightest clue about acting, you arrogant pig. Tomorrow morning 9AM at Central Park?”
Rolling the paper back into a ball, I chucked it at Nate’s head across the room. I accidentally threw it harder than I meant to, but I still chuckled as the ball landed on his head with a satisfying thud. I could feel his annoyed stare on me which only further fueled my amusement. I casually wondered how long it would take for him to start regretting asking me for help. 2 weeks max.