You don’t look so bad yourself, Bass” she chuckles. “You- look great, I mean, uh, not bad, Leggy.” She turns red at that- no, he’s imagining things. She’s the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. She’s not wearing an over the top amount of makeup. She’s wearing a sleeveless satin light sky blue dress, and her bob of hair with blue in it compliments her dress perfectly.’ Her blue spheres twinkle in the alley light. She steps out of the shadows, and he sees how amazing she looks. “Bloke said you ran off from the dance.” “I dumped Toh.” “Realky” she asked, and he detects a hint of joy in her voice, but no. I’m here.” “How did you find me?” “I could find you anywhere,” she notes. “Bass?” She remarked, and her voice was melodious like a beautiful song, like the song Friday by Rebecca Black. Just then, like in a poorly written fanfiction, he heard her voice. There’s only one girl he’d ever be happy with. Breaking up with the daughter of the leader of the gang he’s forced to be in? He wasn’t happy with Toh. His dad thr alcoholic who almost sold him for more alcohol will never forgive him. He punched the wall with his big meat fist, and dents it.
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He runs like lightning, galloping through town until he finds himself sat in an alleyway. Then he realizes what he has just said, gasps, and runs away. “I’m in love with someone else!!!!” He articulated. “I can’t do this anymore!” He vocalizes “What?” She whimpered.
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Speaking of toh, she leant up to kiss him. He wanted to stick his anatomical sword inside her anatomical holster more than he ever did with toh. She doesn’t care about fashion or mascara, certainly not about Colourpop ultra glossy strawberry lip gloss. Every time he sees Leggy, his heart beats faster and he wanted noting more then to put his lips on her and kiss her. There’s only one person who really gets him, one girl who he can be around without wanting to kill. All she cares about is hair and makeup and embroidery. She leans her head on his chest, and he instinctively stiffens on instinct, stiffening up. Standing there, twirling with Toh on the smelly gym floor, all Bass thinks about is that he didn’t want to be here. “Uhh sure,” Bass agrees, and the short girl led him away while the tiny fluffy boy walked away sadly. “Hey Bassie, wanna dance?” Toh queries inquisitively, looking up at him with questioning orbs. Cant the fucker at least speak good? “I’m good too,” Bass proclaims. “Hey bloke how’s it going?” Toh inquires “Not much- uh, I mean, good! How are you?” Bloke stumbles, and Bass is annoyed by this.
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Bloke keeps making eyes at his girlfriend. Bloke Fellow Guy Manson was such a little twerp, Bass wished he could shove him onto the floor, but not in a gay way or anything. Bass was wearing a liquid solid jet black men’s three button style suit, but he wishes he’s wearing his workout clothes instead. She was wearing too much makeup Bass hates it when girls wear too much makeup. She grins up at him, and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Toh doesn’t know that her dad runs the gang that Bass is forced to be in. He can’t let the hot burning passion desire he feels for another girl overtake him. It would look better on- No! He can’t think like that, not tonight. She was wearing a vintage dark red A-line round neck sleeveless lace dress, but he doesn’t think it looks good on her. Bass Third walked into the Zigletville High Gym, next to his girlfriend Toh.