I shrugged, "Since I have to sit around and do nothing and my other sisters are out partying my dad thinks it wouldn't hurt to babysit. He says it will get me ready for a kid anyway." I sighed.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I kiss him back, glaring at Cupid. I pull away when I see something at the bedside. I stand and walk over to it. It's a phone number. I look at Cupid and then the paper and take his phone from my pocket.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I shake my head and Cupid jumps up, "Wha-What happened?!"
He says, looking high. I look at him, pissed. "I just found out who your dating." I said.
His eyes widened. "Look Rayah I'm sorry don't kill me!" He flinches.
"HOW THE HELL COULD YOU DATE BELLA?!?!" I yell.
He shrugs and I grab him by the shirt and drag him by his foot across the room and into the bathroom. I lock him in there and sigh, crumpling up the number and burning it.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it. — soundofmind