OOH! *_* Pretty! :O
OOH! *_* Pretty! :O
.. that was the idea .. :p ♥
charge your laptop lady
B-but my charger is in the other room…
you want me to move?!
Anyone who hasn’t already done this (and wants to) can.
The hands, they are grabby.
I’m gonna love ya until you hate me.
Remy…you are too damn cute for your own good doll *-*
Thanks, bb! He’s my smexy little island boy. ♥
You know Brendan won’t be able to handle that look, bb.
He’s counting on that, sugar. ;3
Does anyone want a sim?
Odara stopped in front of Sam’s front door, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. She had one more thing to try. One more shred of hope left to help this woman she’d grown to consider a dear friend. Her eyes flitted toward the stairs and back again as she scrolled through the contacts on her cell.
Just earlier today, she had stolen several different numbers from Sam’s phone. She had learned from all their discussions over the last year who Sam cared about and who she trusted. Odara hoped one of these people would be interested in helping her. “I’m sorry, babygirl.” She whispered, finding the number of her choice. “But if I can’t help you, I’m going to find someone who will.”
"You didn’t even answer my question." Atlas hissed through his teeth. Sam finally found her voice, keeping her eyes locked with Odara. "It was me. Odara and I have been friends for over a year now. She’s here because of me." Atlas calmly walked up behind Sam, pressing his mouth against her ear. "I’ve said it a hundred times over so you should know this by now. You walk out that door and I will destroy everything you love." He breathed, his arm snaking around her shoulders.
Odara frantically searched her mind for anything to say. “You think Heath is going to like this? Once he finds out what you’ve been doing to his sister it’ll be over, Atlas. He will crush you and you know-” Atlas’ hand was suddenly on her arm, jerking her backwards. “Atlas, stop!” Sam cried, pushing at his chest. He turned his gaze to her, eyes wild. “Do you think I’m kidding when I say these things?! Test me. Go on. I dare you!” He pulled her closer. “Give me a excuse.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, her arms going limp at her sides. Odara saw her fists clench so tight, the tanned skin on her knucks turned a ghostly white. It was in that moment that Odara knew she’d lost her. “I can’t go with you.” She whispered, finally opening her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Odara. But I can’t…” The older woman nodded once, defeated. “Always so noble.” She smiled sadly, making her way for the door. Her hand stilled on the knob when she heard Sam speak. “I hate you. I hate you so much.” She honestly didn’t know if those words were meant for Atlas or Sam, herself.