Tuesday, April 24, 2007

   If Small Towns Were Found: Post 1
Mallory lay deep in thought on the black futon that served as John’s bed. She didn't know what she was thinking about,but there she was in more of a mental daze one might say. Someone who she thought had to be John crepted up beside her and laid down. Mallory didn't move, not a muscle. not an inch. She snaped out of it an began to snuggle with john. she felt a hand on her back and then lips against her's. Something was wrong. She and John were just friends. he wouldn't kiss her. As this thought passed through her mind the lips moved to the neck and the hand on her back moved towards the front side of her shirt. She opened her eyes all the sudden and noticed it wasn't John she was kissing but his brother Patrick.

"You Horndog" She yelled as she pushed Patrick to the floor. She finger brushed her black hair down smooth and pulled down her shirt.

"Come on Mal, you weren't this stubborn the last time" patrick said as he sat down beside her on the futon. "Remember in the back of my car out on the peak. you said you had fun. Why not have a little more."

"Patrick if you've forgotten we were dating then and the chances of that happening again are slim to none" Mallory Lied. She still loved Patrick like she did the three years they Dated and she wanted him so bad but nothing was going to bring her into anything like that now.

"Are You Sure you didn't want us to happen" patrick Said "or are you like in love with my Fag-Ass Brother"

mallory slaped him as hard as she could.
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