Today I was creative.
My girlfriend left me alone, my friend told me "You have 40 minutes to take part in our competition", the things I needed to mention were the 12th of December, an unconventional character and a rubber raft.
Clearly this competition was MADE FOR ME! :D
[Song used is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_y9YJ8PIMA
And the wallet looks like this: http://i48.tinypic.com/aahzy0.jpg
That would be all (: ]
This is british english, by the way!
Love was made for you and me.
It was the 12th of December. Actually what was more important was that it was their day.
And how were they celebrating it?
He was sitting in a rubber raft. Freezing his balls off. Waiting for his insufferable lover to explain what the fuck they were doing here.
"Okay, Aaron. What exactly are we doing here?" he asked, because honestly. One more minute in this rubber raft and he was positive his dick was going to grow backwards. And he didn't think Aaron would like that.
"Psssssht, would you be silent already! I'm trying to be romantic over here!" Rummaging in his backpack, the blond pulled out what looked like it had previously been a tasty sandwich, but was now nothing more than a lump of bread in brown paper.
Cursing so colourfully even Keith was beginning to blush, Aaron tossed the 'sandwich' into the little lake they were floating on.
"Right. This is very romantic, Aaron. Could we like, stop being bloody girls, go home and shag?" Sighing dramatically Keith ran his (dead, he was sure) hand through his hair.
Aaron screeched loudly and Keith stared at him.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The blond waved his arms around and glared at Keith.
Like it was his fault this things did never turn out right!
When they had celebrated their first month of being together, Aaron had nearly burnt his kitchen.
When they had celebrated their third month of being together, Aaron had broken his leg.
And now they were celebrating their sixth month of being together on a lonely lake, in a rubber raft with nothing to eat. Well, on the bright side, if he was going to die out here, no one was ever going to find him and his shrinked bits.
"I bought this rubber raft for us and now we're going to sit in our rubber raft!"
"You BOUGHT this?! In bloody WINTER? What the hell do you even have in that gorgeous head of yours; salad?!"
"I prepared a poem for you."
Groaning, Keith hid his face in his hands.
"Dear Lord, what did I do to anger thee..."
Aaron cleared his throat.
"L is for the way you look at me~"
"Aaron you said poem, not song!"
"O is for the only one~ I see~"
"Please, c'mon, don't do thi-"
"V is very very - extraordinary~"
"Someone kill me."
"E is even more than anyone you adore~ And"
"I should have gone to church."
"Love! Is all that I can give~ to you~"
"Then stop singing..."
"Love is more than just a game for two~"
"Why do I even -"
"Two~ in love can make it!"
"- waste my time with you - "
"Take my heart, but please don't break it~"
"We'll see 'bout that."
"Love! Was made for me and you~~"
Keith blinked at an immensly satisfied Aaron.
"Are you quite finished?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It's nice you ask, because no, actually not." Aaron grabbed his backpack again and started noisly looking for something.
Keith was sure he never wished to be home with some tea so badly. Aaron could even rant about all the bloody soaps he watched, if it would just be home.
"I bought you something!"
Closing his eyes, Keith hoped with all his might that it would not be some perfume or something pink. Seriously, he could not imagine feigning positive interest in something pink again.
"You know how you said you need a bigger wallet? Well, here you go!"
Now he was curious. Opening his eyes he looked at the gift Aaron held up and burst out laughing.
"Where did you get this?! It's awesome!"
He grabbed the white wallet to have a better look at the print. There was a little girl sitting on a stone and 'I HATE PEOPLE' was written on it with bold black letters.
"There are more of it actually. They are called 'The Angry Little Girls'. But I only got you this, because the rest is a bit girly and you don't like that." Aaron tilted his head and smiled.
"Thank you... Can we go home now? So I can give you your present?" Keith slid a bit forward.
"And what would that present be?" Aaron started to paddle their rubber raft to the riverside.
"That, my insufferable lover, is the surprise of the night...", he whispered and stuck his tongue out.
"Ooooh... Wait, let me guess! You bought us a new mixer? You know we need a new one, right? Or that carpet I told you about? The grey one? It would fit sooo nicely in our hall! Oh, wait, no, I know! Did you buy this book I told you about? Oh, you kinky sod~!"
Hiding his face in his hands again, Keith sighed.
Clearly this competition was MADE FOR ME! :D
[Song used is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_y9YJ8PIMA
And the wallet looks like this: http://i48.tinypic.com/aahzy0.jpg
That would be all (: ]
This is british english, by the way!
Love was made for you and me.
It was the 12th of December. Actually what was more important was that it was their day.
And how were they celebrating it?
He was sitting in a rubber raft. Freezing his balls off. Waiting for his insufferable lover to explain what the fuck they were doing here.
"Okay, Aaron. What exactly are we doing here?" he asked, because honestly. One more minute in this rubber raft and he was positive his dick was going to grow backwards. And he didn't think Aaron would like that.
"Psssssht, would you be silent already! I'm trying to be romantic over here!" Rummaging in his backpack, the blond pulled out what looked like it had previously been a tasty sandwich, but was now nothing more than a lump of bread in brown paper.
Cursing so colourfully even Keith was beginning to blush, Aaron tossed the 'sandwich' into the little lake they were floating on.
"Right. This is very romantic, Aaron. Could we like, stop being bloody girls, go home and shag?" Sighing dramatically Keith ran his (dead, he was sure) hand through his hair.
Aaron screeched loudly and Keith stared at him.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The blond waved his arms around and glared at Keith.
Like it was his fault this things did never turn out right!
When they had celebrated their first month of being together, Aaron had nearly burnt his kitchen.
When they had celebrated their third month of being together, Aaron had broken his leg.
And now they were celebrating their sixth month of being together on a lonely lake, in a rubber raft with nothing to eat. Well, on the bright side, if he was going to die out here, no one was ever going to find him and his shrinked bits.
"I bought this rubber raft for us and now we're going to sit in our rubber raft!"
"You BOUGHT this?! In bloody WINTER? What the hell do you even have in that gorgeous head of yours; salad?!"
"I prepared a poem for you."
Groaning, Keith hid his face in his hands.
"Dear Lord, what did I do to anger thee..."
Aaron cleared his throat.
"L is for the way you look at me~"
"Aaron you said poem, not song!"
"O is for the only one~ I see~"
"Please, c'mon, don't do thi-"
"V is very very - extraordinary~"
"Someone kill me."
"E is even more than anyone you adore~ And"
"I should have gone to church."
"Love! Is all that I can give~ to you~"
"Then stop singing..."
"Love is more than just a game for two~"
"Why do I even -"
"Two~ in love can make it!"
"- waste my time with you - "
"Take my heart, but please don't break it~"
"We'll see 'bout that."
"Love! Was made for me and you~~"
Keith blinked at an immensly satisfied Aaron.
"Are you quite finished?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It's nice you ask, because no, actually not." Aaron grabbed his backpack again and started noisly looking for something.
Keith was sure he never wished to be home with some tea so badly. Aaron could even rant about all the bloody soaps he watched, if it would just be home.
"I bought you something!"
Closing his eyes, Keith hoped with all his might that it would not be some perfume or something pink. Seriously, he could not imagine feigning positive interest in something pink again.
"You know how you said you need a bigger wallet? Well, here you go!"
Now he was curious. Opening his eyes he looked at the gift Aaron held up and burst out laughing.
"Where did you get this?! It's awesome!"
He grabbed the white wallet to have a better look at the print. There was a little girl sitting on a stone and 'I HATE PEOPLE' was written on it with bold black letters.
"There are more of it actually. They are called 'The Angry Little Girls'. But I only got you this, because the rest is a bit girly and you don't like that." Aaron tilted his head and smiled.
"Thank you... Can we go home now? So I can give you your present?" Keith slid a bit forward.
"And what would that present be?" Aaron started to paddle their rubber raft to the riverside.
"That, my insufferable lover, is the surprise of the night...", he whispered and stuck his tongue out.
"Ooooh... Wait, let me guess! You bought us a new mixer? You know we need a new one, right? Or that carpet I told you about? The grey one? It would fit sooo nicely in our hall! Oh, wait, no, I know! Did you buy this book I told you about? Oh, you kinky sod~!"
Hiding his face in his hands again, Keith sighed.