And these women were not concerned in the least that Kellan had roommates. In fact, I don't think they were even concerned that he had neighbors. Maybe they were operating under the false assumption that Kellan gave out awards for who could be the loudest... who was the more enthusiastic... who could say "Oh, God !" the most. Then again, maybe the jerk actually did give out prizes.
S.C. StephensWhen life throws yumminess in your lap, take a whiff. And if necessary, a lick or two.
S.C. StephensAgain, I tried to not let it bother me, but the ego is frail, fragile tender thing.
S.C. StephensHis mood changing again, Griffin sighed. Voice still agitated, but quieter than before, he told me, 'Yeah, we started going at it. I had both girls primed, panties on the floor, dying to jump me, but all I could think about was Anna.' Raising his hands in the air, his voice picked up strength and volume, 'I didn't want to fuck either of those girls because I'm in love with your fucking sister! Are you happy now, bitch! I'm fucking whipped...just like these other pussies.' He indicated his band mates.
S.C. StephensGriffin intruded on my romantic moment by doing what he did best. He opened his mouth.
S.C. StephensOne of the first things Denny had done as Kellan's agent was to have him join some social media sites. [...] I agreed and wondered why we hadn't done it sooner. But the look of confusion, reluctance and irritation on Kellan's face had explained it all. 'You want me to whatbook? And Tweet? Like a bird? Are you serious?' he'd said to Denny in exasperation.
S.C. StephensI kissed his head as I held him tight. 'You saved my life,' I whispered, my voice warbling.
His words thick with sleep, he told me, 'I was returning the favor.
I tried to keep my eyes on his face, I really did, but I couldn't resist a peek or two at his body.
S.C. StephensI get by and I miss you everyday
S.C. StephensStichwörter: kellan-kyle
You are told from the moment you enter school that time is constant. It never changes. It is one of those set things in life that you can always rely on... much like death and taxes. There will always be sixty seconds in a minute. There will always be sixty minutes in an hour. And there will always be twenty-four hours in a day. Time was not fluctuating. It moved on at the same, constant pace at every moment in your life. And that was the biggest load of crap that I'd ever been taught in school. Truth was, time did fluctuate. It was easy to lose hours or even days in a blink of an eye. Other times, it was a struggle to get through a mere hour. It ebbed and flowed as relentlessly as the
tides, and just as powerfully too. The moments that you wanted to last forever were the ones that were washed away all too soon. The moments that you wanted to speed up, were slowed down to a snail’s pace.
That was the truth of the matter.
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