One getaway. One key. One little car keychain. One little lie. One huge about-to-be-mess. One night. One person's sober lips. One barefoot teenager. One sophknight. One hour of waiting. One best. Night. Of. One's. Life.
Hushed tone of silenced unspoken voices. One tilt in the head. And one takas. awaits one more hushed tone. And a paranoid party girl. A paranoid wreck. You can't let this happen. You can't leave her here with sober lips puckered up. If only she was drunk she should've danced with you. :) Aaw! A smile. :) Too bad she wasn't as drunk. :) Aaw! Another smile. :) What if the wrecked up little girl was too wrecked. Was alone. And danced with you. Would you live with that? Yeah he would. But will she? Allpuckered up, shouting out loud and screaming like the drunk she really is, good thing her old crippled grandma didn't come. Let them bee. Let them bee. Bumble bee. The sober lips and drunken minds, dancing through tunes of the lived up nights they had. One more hand held and one more couple at sight, she would've given up and tasted the tears once again. :) There you go. Another smile. :) Hhmm. Let me see, another? And another? And another?! she must've lost it. Or maybe she's jst intoxicated. Yes. It's an intoxicated smile. One mountain dew. One tequilla. Two tequilla. One more beer. Then that was it. The stairs. Not the floor. But with two couples and one missing. Yes, godchild. :P Not yet! We shall wait. :P Again. Bleh! :P Was it shocking? to see the chapped lips walking down with hhm, lets see, non islander!? *laugh laugh*. yes. it was. oh well. red dress looked hot anyway, and aaaw! her cute lil date. Platito! *laugh laugh* yes. Rhyme it up my lil wannabe miss guba-s! *laugh laugh* [yes. laugh it up! you need it sweetheart]
*sigh* one best night. with her bee. with all of her bestfriends. with one huge lump of guilt. :) One smile. ["smile"]
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