For the Fans

by Nyla K.

“Well… that’s just fucking perfect,” I croak, turning away from them and staggering inside the house, slamming the door behind me. It’s a sliding door, so you really can’t slam it, which only serves to piss me off more. And I end up reopening and closing it four times just to slam it as hard as I can.

I seriously laughed out loud..

“If I hear ‘Save a Horse, Ride A Cowboy’ one more time, I’ll stand behind said horse and let it kick me in the face,”

WTF?! hahahahaha

But something distracts me. A large, dumbass form in my peripheral.

This is so funny

“Boy, if other people worked as hard as you at denying themselves good things, we’d be living in a world without corndogs.”

WHATTTTT? I am DEADDDDDD

“I don’t think you wanna pull that thread…” I mutter quietly, then mouth the word baby, cocking my head to the side.

HE AINT PLAYIN!

Running in circles alone, we somehow wound up chasing each other.

HELL YES!