Well, I am prone to keep changing things so here we go again. I replacing "Quite the Charmer" for a different FF. Read that again. I'm not going to quit writing my FF though. First things first, I need a title for it because right now it's called "smosh.wps" XD
Sooo yeah and Second, I need a cast. No, it's not like a play or anything, I just need people to play people. NOTE: I will be changing the name to match yours. If you don't understand what I just said (cause I didn't. not like it's the first time. :P) in the story, your name won't be Sally, it'll be your name. Gub'mint name. So just tweet me on twitter (@ZzZzAaAaPpP) or my email (angel513542@hotmail.com apparently I'm stupid cause I use Hotmail. FU IAN!) ON WITH THE PREVIEW!!! :D
“Can you just please stop? That’s so gross.” I shielded my eyes from her. “Whatever, you know you’re gonna have to do it someday too, ya whore.” Stacy jabbed the pickle at my abs, which had been coming along very nicely thanks to my AB Core Lounge (courtesy of my mom). “Uh no. Now stop that so we start planning this party.” I resumed writing down some possible party ideas. I still can’t believe that Stacy is getting married before me. It’s like I’m the sweet and shy angel and she’s the sinister yet sexy devil. Basically what guys go for nowadays. “Yeah girl! But note this: I want a huge jar of pickles there. Like HUGE. And maybe you could get some buff but lean-” Stacy was mimicking something that looked like a man with her hands, exaggerating on the, well, you know. “Okay okay! Pickles and male strippers, check. Anthony-I mean Anything else your heiress?” Oh shit. “HA! I heard that and I knew it!” Stacy jumped up from her floor pillow and began to dance around me, pickle pieces spewing from mouth. “Stacy! Your getting this crap all the over rug!” I karate-chopped her ankle, making her fall softly onto the red ottoman. She flipped over from her belly and rubbed her shoulder, still pointing at me. “I knew you had a thing for Anthony, you not-good-at-lying-nor-hiding-things-from-me-cause-I’ll-always-find-out sneak!” Stacy pinned my arm behind my back. “Now say it! Admit that you love Anthony!” Stacy was giggling but this was not funny. Stacy would not make a good housewife because when she had me pinned down, all kinds of mysterious things were residing in my mouth. “No!” I was coughing but she began to squeeze tighter. “OKAY! I really like Anthony! I think I might love him with all my heart! He’s just so…perfect!”” Stacy let go and as I got back up, swiping all the lint from my mouth, Ian stood in the door, mouth wide open. More to come. I don't know why it looks all weird but bare with me. Maybe cause I copy and pasted it here X)
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