Saying love is sick and stupid is an understatement, I just don't know the word I could use to classify that Michelle is just sick and it's getting to my upper nerve. She stood tall trying to kiss me, her brother was there celebrating his victory right at the beach with his old pals, they were busy drinking to the fullest. I held her waist and kissed her, I could need a companion.
"What's it, you look like ya worried?" Her face shows that she was worried, I would have said she's the sweetest girl ever but worryingly, I don't even love her, not even the slightest.
"Nothing love, I'm just not in the mood." She stretched and placed a kiss on my lips, I directed my tongue into her lips kissing her back, and there was when I noticed that the freak wasn't there. I broke the kiss and look around, fuck!!!
"Where's Matt?" I asked and she looked around, she shrugged and faced me back.
