jeered. “Look at you, having cuddles.”
“You’re just jealous. Isn’t he, Paige?”
“Definitely,” Paige agreed. “But I don’t mind giving you a cuddle too,” she told Wills, starting toward him.
“No way,” he squealed, diving over the arm of the sofa. Suddenly he yelped, “Ow! Ow, ow, ow!”
“What’s wrong?” Paige sighed.
“I hurt my arm,” he wailed. “Look, it’s bleeding.”
Quickly putting Flora down, Paige went to check the injury, which didn’t look serious, but what had caused it probably was.
His blue eyes rounded with horror as she picked up his broken glasses.
Flora gasped. “That’s the fourth time—”
“Shut up!” he shouted. “No one asked you.”
“But it is, and Mum said—”
“If you tell her, I’ll beat you up.”
“You have to tell her,” Paige pointed out.
“Not if you mend them.”
“I can’t, the arm’s broken off. They’ll have to go back to the optician.”
“You take them.”
Paige laughed. “Like I’m really going to do that. I don’t even have a car to get there, never mind the money to pay.”
His little face started to crumple. “I hate them anyway. Who cares if they’re broken? They’re just stupid.”
“What’s going on?” Jenna asked, coming into the room with Paige’s toast, lavishly buttered. “Wills, why are you crying, sweetheart?”
“He’s broken his glasses,” Flora told her.
Jenna’s eyes closed. “Again, Wills? What’s the matter with you?”
“It wasn’t my fault,” he cried. “I didn’t mean to do it, did I Paige?”
“No, he didn’t,” she told her mother, taking the toast. Deciding to leave them to it, she went to grab her school bag and made for the stairs.
“Can I come with you?” Flora cried, jumping up and down. “Please? I’ll sit on your bed and be quiet, I promise. I won’t get on your nerves.”
“Later,” Paige replied, running up to the landing.
“I’m just popping out to get Josh,” Jenna told her. “If you feel like giving Grandma a hand with the ironing, don’t let anything stand in your way.”
“I’ve got homework,” Paige reminded her. Quickly closing her bedroom door, she dumped her bag on the bed and went to turn on her computer. How totally, unbelievably amazing it would be if there was a message from Oliver. The mere thought of it set her heart skittering about like a bunch of trapped butterflies. She had no idea what she’d do if there was; she guessed it would depend on what it said. But since there was absolutely no way in the world she was going to find anything, she should get a grip on herself and start chilling out.
She was right, there was nothing from him, and it was totally dumb to feel depressed about it when they didn’t even know each other, for God’s sake.
Hearing Waffle scratching at the door, she went to let him in. She gave him the last corner of her toast and put some music on before checking out one of the many chat rooms she belonged to. There was loads going on about all sorts of stuff, most of it to do with sex, which she rarely contributed to, but it could be hilarious to read.
Horny honcho here looking for cam-to-cam with a horny girl, message me.
Want more than just chat, join our virtual world for adults.
Please talk with me and tell me what you like best.
Someone called Bobby popped up to chat with her, but she quickly closed him down, then clicked through to YouTube to watch Oliver’s video for the gazillionth time. It was totally amazing. He was the most brilliant singer ever, writing all his own stuff and performing it like he was a real professional. She loved it when he closed his eyes; it was like he was feeling really passionate and deep, and she could imagine him being that way with her as they kissed and he laid her down on the bed and did stuff she loved to think about but knew she’d probably never have the courage to do. She felt so connected to the words as he sang them that he might have written
“You’re just jealous. Isn’t he, Paige?”
“Definitely,” Paige agreed. “But I don’t mind giving you a cuddle too,” she told Wills, starting toward him.
“No way,” he squealed, diving over the arm of the sofa. Suddenly he yelped, “Ow! Ow, ow, ow!”
“What’s wrong?” Paige sighed.
“I hurt my arm,” he wailed. “Look, it’s bleeding.”
Quickly putting Flora down, Paige went to check the injury, which didn’t look serious, but what had caused it probably was.
His blue eyes rounded with horror as she picked up his broken glasses.
Flora gasped. “That’s the fourth time—”
“Shut up!” he shouted. “No one asked you.”
“But it is, and Mum said—”
“If you tell her, I’ll beat you up.”
“You have to tell her,” Paige pointed out.
“Not if you mend them.”
“I can’t, the arm’s broken off. They’ll have to go back to the optician.”
“You take them.”
Paige laughed. “Like I’m really going to do that. I don’t even have a car to get there, never mind the money to pay.”
His little face started to crumple. “I hate them anyway. Who cares if they’re broken? They’re just stupid.”
“What’s going on?” Jenna asked, coming into the room with Paige’s toast, lavishly buttered. “Wills, why are you crying, sweetheart?”
“He’s broken his glasses,” Flora told her.
Jenna’s eyes closed. “Again, Wills? What’s the matter with you?”
“It wasn’t my fault,” he cried. “I didn’t mean to do it, did I Paige?”
“No, he didn’t,” she told her mother, taking the toast. Deciding to leave them to it, she went to grab her school bag and made for the stairs.
“Can I come with you?” Flora cried, jumping up and down. “Please? I’ll sit on your bed and be quiet, I promise. I won’t get on your nerves.”
“Later,” Paige replied, running up to the landing.
“I’m just popping out to get Josh,” Jenna told her. “If you feel like giving Grandma a hand with the ironing, don’t let anything stand in your way.”
“I’ve got homework,” Paige reminded her. Quickly closing her bedroom door, she dumped her bag on the bed and went to turn on her computer. How totally, unbelievably amazing it would be if there was a message from Oliver. The mere thought of it set her heart skittering about like a bunch of trapped butterflies. She had no idea what she’d do if there was; she guessed it would depend on what it said. But since there was absolutely no way in the world she was going to find anything, she should get a grip on herself and start chilling out.
She was right, there was nothing from him, and it was totally dumb to feel depressed about it when they didn’t even know each other, for God’s sake.
Hearing Waffle scratching at the door, she went to let him in. She gave him the last corner of her toast and put some music on before checking out one of the many chat rooms she belonged to. There was loads going on about all sorts of stuff, most of it to do with sex, which she rarely contributed to, but it could be hilarious to read.
Horny honcho here looking for cam-to-cam with a horny girl, message me.
Want more than just chat, join our virtual world for adults.
Please talk with me and tell me what you like best.
Someone called Bobby popped up to chat with her, but she quickly closed him down, then clicked through to YouTube to watch Oliver’s video for the gazillionth time. It was totally amazing. He was the most brilliant singer ever, writing all his own stuff and performing it like he was a real professional. She loved it when he closed his eyes; it was like he was feeling really passionate and deep, and she could imagine him being that way with her as they kissed and he laid her down on the bed and did stuff she loved to think about but knew she’d probably never have the courage to do. She felt so connected to the words as he sang them that he might have written
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