i should be add maths-ing right now
but heck, who gives a shit anyways
introducing --- Metro Station, the boy band of the 21st century members : Trace Cyrus -- as in Miley Cyrus's brother, Trace Cyrus, the less popular, less well known, less talented and less attention seeking sibling. i mean, yeah, you have to give credits to him for actually having a band and not feeding off the attention given to him just for being Billy Ray Cyrus's kid. i mean, face it, the only reason Miley Cyrus is doing so well is because her daddy helped her all along, yeeesh, so yes, i prefer MetroStation (it's actually a band's name, who would've guessed???) because Miley Cyrus is an attention seeking whore-faced daddy's girl. heck, even her name is fake
"Okay, so then I'll call you Angel."
"Why Angel?"
He reached up to touch one of the curls hanging around her face. "Because you have the face of one, even if your soul belongs to the devil."
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She couldn't stop the shudder that shook her from the inside out, or the gasp that suddenly came out of her parted lips. She licked her lips, which suddenly went dry, capturing his attention. "D-David?"
His face was drawn into almost a frown, as his eyes stayed on her soft lips. "Hmm?"
"Wh-what are you doing?" she asked, breathlessly.
His eyes drifted up to hers, blinking as if he suddenly realized who she was. She half expected him to drop his hand from her. Instead it slid up to cup the nape of her neck and brought her face closer to his. His eyes were heavy, his breathing slightly ragged, as it stirred the hair surrounding her face.
"Amending our relationship," he whispered before brushing his lips across hers.
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