3.Fancy running into you.

The game of releasing your inner anger is being played by my eldest sister. I mean I don’t blame her famous boyfriend for dating her. She’s undeniably gorgeous but sometimes she’s quite inadequate of her anger management towards her boyfriend not to mention trust. Don’t get me wrong, I personally think that a rockstar junkie is so good for her so that her boring innocent self will put to sleep while the real wild one comes out and play. Like recently we had this party bash and she was all out with her boyfriend at his Audi’s back seat. Talk about massive hoo -ha! Annika, if your invading my diary I’m sorry you have to read this but isn’t it for your own good babe? For once, I actually approve of the guy you’re dating, at least his not some kind of a hot psycho path who thinks algebra is the language of love.
“I told him so many times but he wouldn’t listen, well he did but he hesitated. How’s that suppose to make me feel better about this pill thing?” Her eyes went into a depression mode when it sets down on to the midnight black marble floor. Newsflash, we live in a posh penthouse where everything a girl could desire is there to watch for from beautiful vintage wallpapers to glassy walls accessorizing with falling out of the sky down pour of rich fountain to modernize couches and a walk in closet with every designer clothes there is from Alexander Mcqueen to Zara.
“Chill, I mean look on the bright side at least his not taking some pregnancy pill? I mean wouldn’t that be weird.”
“Aurora!” her hand took side of my shoulder with a hard slap.
“Ouch, I was just trying to lighten things up. Aw come on I know someone needs a huggie wuggie.” My arms spread waiting for her to come in but all I get was. “Hold that thought, think his calling me now.” She put her foe finger up as her voice answered her metallic pink blackberry especially made for her. If you think she’s spoilt try my obnoxious twin sister. God she hits on everything that moves well everything that has a thing that connects human to human that is.
“You’re welcome!” Before the door closes completely after I walked into my bedroom those words were the words I shout out loud. Something made my lips turns upwards when I actually see that a white Guess shirt along with a Calvin Klein low rise jeans were gone from where they remain last night. Oh yeah, I had a goodnight exercise and one famished meal before my body were put to rest. The photographer of his Guess advert today would be shock when he captured those two punctured holes on his right chest in his film. Silly me, how could I be so careless. Oh well wonder what story will he make up. A vampire bit me? Hah. Like someone would actually believe that. The only walking vampires people are obsessing about are the cullens and that idiotic klutz of Edward, bella. Heck, they’re only portraying one which weren’t that good anyway. I mean come on, Who Sparkles? Stephenie Meyer you so need to get yourself check into a vampire rehab. No offense.
The music from my build into floor stereos glamour with red roses and vine thorns fills up every inch of my Victorian meets hardcore rock edgy bedroom so that the silence is killed. My long torso with a perfect shaped got slipped with a white shirt by Yves Saint Laurent as my legs were lavished with True Religion skinny jeans. My feet sang high with these pair of pumps from Jimmy Choo’s donned in a black panther’s leather. The elevator opens its doors for me after I pressed the button that directs its arrow downwards. When I stepped foot inside I found myself encountering with a handsome figure whom spells red hot meat to my eyes that I formed a simple smile that can catch any prey’s off its feet.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
And we kissed passionately with arms wide around each other, devouring indeed. Sorry, needed to cut short you thirsty souls, love ya.