Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 173267 times)


"You shall remain under my bum until I feel like getting up."



"I don't know. Maybe Alexia and I will talk about REALLY girly things before I do."

I mutter something rude under my breath.

"Oh, was that, 'Oh, Alex, I wish to extend my time under your butt!'?"


I hum, refusing to get up.

"So, wanna talk about shoes?" I ask Alex.

I mutter at both Alex and Alexia under my breath.

"Excuse me? Was that a, 'Yes Alexia, talk to Alex about shoes?'"

"Of course! I was going to pick up some more at the mall, but none of them matched the outfits I picked out. Plus, I like my converse. They're just so comfortable."

"No, more of a 'You can both burn.' or a 'Go to hell.' kind of thing."

"Ah, I see," I say, ignoring Trevor. "You know, I personally prefer dress shoes. And dress pants. And suits. I really really like suits."