ranma and akane

First, add "I'm a/an" on your title, then add the rest of the các câu trả lời on as bạn do the questions.

Tag 20 people including the person who tagged you.

What color/kind of socks are bạn wearing?

[ ] Red = loud

[ ] Green = stupid

[ ] None = freaky

[ ] Fuzzy = gorgeous

[ ] Yellow = innocent

[ ] Purple = a little too happy

[ ] Black = emo

[ ] Stripes = funny

[ ] Gray = skanky

[ ] màu hồng, hồng = preppy

[ ] Light blue = sweaty

[ ] Other = hot

[ ] White = sexy



What kind of pants are bạn wearing?

[ ] Shorts = cutie

[ ] Skirt/skort = skank

[ ] Corduroy = faggot homosexual

[ ] Tight jeans...

He flashed me a fake smile. He showed fake affection.
Nothing was real.

I wanted to slap him. Break down and scream "show me how bạn really feel, not the actions bạn were told to preform." I hated him. I loved him. I was afraid of him. I felt feeble when I was near him, like I was nothing. Just a speck on the windshield of his car called Life. But nonetheless, he would pull me into his arms when no one was around... when the lights had gone out... and press his lips onto mine without order-- like he wanted to. But I told myself that was all a lie. It all was. Somewhere above, God was drawing...

It was one of those days after the rain. Not a cầu vồng in the dull sky, but the sun still found it's way through some cracks in the clouds.

No guests today. No stubborn foreigners to raid me of my wealth, no having to watch elderly men be booted from the front gate. No lecherous older woman to caress my cheek with their bony fingers.

Only time to sit and stare at the large room that stood still before me, seeming just as restless as I.

Sigh. Kill me.

"Young Master..."
I looked up from tapping my fingers together in my lap at Sebastian. I must have shocked him with a exhausted glare, because he stopped...