Hello, some of you have met Amber, others haven't. We're those little voices in her head that make her insane. Whoops.
(Blog may be triggering. Yes this will be like you're talking to them in person. Tag is #thesevoiceswillcontrolyou)
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12: ghost kiss
Spike was about to crawl into bed when he blinked… realizing it was already occupied, and by a pretty young woman with blonde hair. He grinned, prowled up to her, and trailed his lips along her cheek, barely touching her. “So… who might you be, cutie?”
Amber had forgotten that this place was occupied. She looked at the man in front of her and smirked, “Amber.” She said simply before playing a hand on his chest, “You?”
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So many of you I wanna ask!
THIS IS IMPORTANT SO PLEASE LISTEN
If you are afraid to talk to me because you are under the impression I’m too cool for you, please don’t be.
Not only are preventing yourself from talking to someone who you think is cool you are preventing me from talking to a cool person and making friends and I like friends.
If you are reading this, this is a personal invitation to talk to me. You don’t have to be witty or clever. Just say Hi. literally that’s all you have to say.
"I don’t want to talk about it until you have proof that it’s there and it’s mine," Davie shrugged. "It could be nothing."
She grew silent after he spoke. She just had to wait a few more days before she goes to the doctor to make sure if she is pregnant or not. She’s hoping that she isn’t, but there’s a part of her who hopes that she is.
He could hear the arguement from the hallway, rolling his eyes he knocked on your door. “Open up.” it wasn’t the police but he did have a gun on him. One bruise and Ant would lose it. “Shut the hell up!” he said as you opened the door, a wink and he stepped past you.
Amber’s relationship has been spiraling down hill since it first starter. She let out a yelp when her boyfriend grabbed onto her wrist, squeezing it tight enough. He let go as soon as he heard the knock. She opened the door and let him in as she held onto her wrist.
Davie started to massage her feet just how she liked. He really wasn’t a bad guy, he just liked his drinks. And he didn’t like to work. Or do much of anything, really. But he wasn’t irascible, unless someone got on his case about drinking. Then, shit could hit the fan. But that was really the only way to ride his nerves: Davie was a happy, laid-back, functional drunk. It wasn’t a problem, it was more like a hobby. Besides, it’s not like he needed to be sober enough to drive on an island where everything was within walking distance. It was harmless.
Amber was nervous about the pregnancy more than anything. She relaxed her body, loving the massage. Amber has been alone her whole life until she met Davie, though she didn’t particularly like him at first, she then grew fond of him later one. “How would we be able to take care of the baby when none of us have jobs?”
"Yeah what’s for breakfast should I go- oh well ain’t this cute. Who’s he? Hey man- her neighbor who she fucks on occasion. Probably more often than you but whatever." Ant reached out to squeeeze the guy’s hand. With one of those dead eye stares he was so good at.
Amber’s eyes widened as Ant spoke. She was glad Ant was there though. She watched the man’s reaction, hoping he got the message that he had to leave. “Yeah uh.. We’re busy so can you leave?” She asked the man at the door.
"All right, yeah. Of course." Davie nodded and continued to drink his rum and coke. "I’m not a douche, I mean, c’mon." He set his drink down, then put her feet in his lap. "Foot massage?"
"I know you’re not, I was just worried." She smiled and nodded, "Yes please." She said as she watched him. She now remembers why she has such strong feelings for this guy, but it was going to be hard when he drinks a little too much.