"Those things are gonna kill you babe," Mello would say every time his boyfriend pulled out another cigarette and lit it.
"Those things are gonna make you fat babe," Matt would say every time his boyfriend pulled out another chocolate bar and bit it.
The two boys tried to come to a conclusion many times. "Give them up," they would say, to which the other would respond with, "You give them up."
One day as they cuddled on the couch Mello suddenly had an idea.
"Hey babe I've got an idea," he said "From now on I'll give up chocolate and you give up cigarettes. My new addiction will be you and your new addiction will be me. Every time you want
The animal sauntered towards me. His eyes looking at me as though to see if I'd be a match for him. I returned the look, noting that the odds didn't look good. I could try to run, but he was faster than me. I could try to fight, but he was stronger than me. I was going to die.
As he slowly advanced towards me I thought about my life so far, thinking that I'd been a good person. I could see no reason for me to die, but while I stood there a memory played through my brain. A memory I had long since forgotten.
"No", she cried, "Please don't go! Please don't leave me!"
She wrapped her arms around my chest, trying to hold me, I could have easil
"Those things are gonna kill you babe," Mello would say every time his boyfriend pulled out another cigarette and lit it.
"Those things are gonna make you fat babe," Matt would say every time his boyfriend pulled out another chocolate bar and bit it.
The two boys tried to come to a conclusion many times. "Give them up," they would say, to which the other would respond with, "You give them up."
One day as they cuddled on the couch Mello suddenly had an idea.
"Hey babe I've got an idea," he said "From now on I'll give up chocolate and you give up cigarettes. My new addiction will be you and your new addiction will be me. Every time you want
The animal sauntered towards me. His eyes looking at me as though to see if I'd be a match for him. I returned the look, noting that the odds didn't look good. I could try to run, but he was faster than me. I could try to fight, but he was stronger than me. I was going to die.
As he slowly advanced towards me I thought about my life so far, thinking that I'd been a good person. I could see no reason for me to die, but while I stood there a memory played through my brain. A memory I had long since forgotten.
"No", she cried, "Please don't go! Please don't leave me!"
She wrapped her arms around my chest, trying to hold me, I could have easil