Cuddle Valley High: Role Play

Originally posted by Tela
Allor smiled. She hoped they wouldn't be interrupted. For once, she was enjoying life and she owed it all to derek.

Derek stopped kissing her and rested one of his hands on the back of her neck.

Allor smiled and started to kiss down his jaw line.

"And that b!tch from school called you a dyke," Derek said with a chuckle.

allor stopped. "Do I look like one?" she asks seriously. she tilts her head to the side. "Because I can akways make you eat my pillow: the last part a joke.

"No, of course not, what makes you think that?"

((Ok people, I'm out. I really have to place here. So I figured it was best. Besides, lots of other sides I have to keep up with. This one is just becoming a struggle, but I want to thank everyone for letting me join in. Very sweet of you, and sorry I was a let down. lol. Sanluwan!))

((*twitches* *wonders if constant twitching is cause enough for all newcomers to leave after a week at most*))

Originally posted by Darth Revan
"No, of course not, what makes you think that?"

allor laughed. "ecause she wasn't the first." she says showing momentarily the pain. "the first time it didn't hurt that much because you know I knew they were wrong, but after the third, fourth, and fifth, i'm starting to wonder."

"Next time somebody tells you that, come find me and we'll see if they'll repeat it to my face."

Allor asmiled. "Thanks." she says kissing him gently on the liips. "I would kill myself, if it weren't for you."

"So would I."

Allor laughed as she beagn frenchkissing him. He deserved everything she could give him. (Not like that, pervs.) He deserved a nice house and car. A family that loved him for who he was and didn't try to judge him.

The two were interrupted by Allor's cell phone ringing...

Allor didn't bother to pick iy up. "Don't worry. Proaly telemarketers or something." she says kissing along his jawline to his neck.

"No, some guy told me he was going to call around this time, I guess somehow he got your cell number."

Allor grumbled. She picked her cell off the side table. Not moving from on top of derek, she answered. "hello?" she asks.

"May I speak with a Mr. Nix, please?"

"Uh sure, but next time call later." Allor says handing the phone to Derek. She smiles. "For you."

Derek took the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello, this is Bill Johnson, I'm the tour manager for a band called Bad Religion. Maybe you've heard of them?"

"Yeah, course I have."

"Well, they're playing at a local venue in a few weeks. Maybe you with your band would be interested in opening for them?"

"Holy shit are you serious?" Derek said, making the phrase sound like a single word.

"Yes, I'm serious."

"Hell yes I'm interested!"

"Great. I'll send you some more information in the mail, mm'kay? You have a great evening now."

"Alright... Bye."

Allor arched a pierced eyebrow. "What was that about?" she asked.