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    Sunday Morning

    Story written on October 19, 2008 by b_monies.
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    Number of Comments: 6
    Words: 2059
    Story Shortlink: https://www.lf.beardesk.com/?p=19588
    Author Notes:

    “I feel her shiver at my touch as I run my hands down her shoulders and arms all the way to her fingertips.” (NC-17-ish)

    Author: Bethaney
    Copyright: 2008
    Rating: R-ish/NC-17-ish
    Pairing: Spashley

    —–

    I check my watch.

    10 A.M.

    I can’t remember the last time I saw this time of day.

    OhMyBuhjeezy!

    Someone.

    Anyone.

    Please shoot me.

    I’m begging you!

    I’ve got a hangover from hell and my mom decides today of all days that I NEED prayer for my teenage soul.

    I’m trying to not to get caught falling asleep behind the large pair of sunglasses that adorn my face and my head propped up on a book of hymns.

    Apparently I’m not too successful because about every ten minutes I yelp from a sharp pain in my side where my witch of a mother has pinched my thigh.

    I glare at her, rub my eyes, and start the process all over again until it’s time to go.

    It’s the same routine every other Sunday.

    I don’t know why she even bothers dragging me along.

    Sigh.

    —–

    Woohoo!!!

    Guess what today is?

    Yep, I’m sure you guessed it.

    It’s Sunday.

    I’m jumping for joy on the inside even though my outside looks like a bored 17 year old, dressed in a skirt that’s not appropriate for church, a dark skull covered hoodie, and of course my oversized shades to block out any ray of light that will agitate the dull throbbing in the back of my head.

    I take the same seat I do every week and glance around for my source of pillow this week.

    Ugh.

    This freaking sucks.

    No, wait a minute.

    Oh, here we go.

    Ding ding ding! Fight!

    And there it is.

    I’m on round four of the nod-pinch-glare game with my mother and I give up at this point.

    Standing I make my way to the restroom where I will plot my escape.

    Okay, not really but it did cross my mind.

    After about fifteen minutes of mindless chatter with myself and because of the lack of cell phone reception in the restroom I make my way back to my seat when all of a sudden I’m crashing into another body and mumbling curses under my breath.

    After catching my balance, which was no easy task, I notice the other person tumbling to the floor and when I spin around to glare at them I’m met with furious icy blue eyes glaring at me terrifyingly close to my face.

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    6. wow that was realy good i just saw your name and i didnt recognize it so i went back and read everything you wrote and i have to say i love it pms please i cant wait :)

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