Georg, Gym, Go Figure
Shit, think I’ve gained a few pounds. Go figure, how am I
suppose to achieve an Adriana Lima body then? Maybe, just maybe I should join
those dance classes where I’d just shake my bum to the groove instead of doing
those serious work outs. Plus, I get the feeling heavyweights and me won’t jell
really well.
See, these thoughts keep racing through my mind as I’m
looking at myself through this disappointing mirror. I could have sworn it’s
laughing at me. Oh why can’t you magically transform me into anything I desire?
I mean, seriously. I couldn’t ask for more right? Having Georg Listing as a
boyfriend but it gets really overwhelmed you know. Especially when his best
friend, Bill rocks more designer clothes than the models on the runway, more or
less me. Hell, he has skinnier legs than me!
“Come on babe, you said you wanted to follow me to the gym
today right?”
There you go, my rock hard bassist. Ever since he chopped
off his hair, sporting the male model look, he seems to be getting more girls
fondling over him. Ha, serves those twins right. Think they are so hot, well in
yo’ face Tom.
Okay, guilty as charge, put me in the federal prison but
yeah I do have something against Tom since he’s too boasting out of his
“Hotness” sometimes. And for the record, I prefer Bill much more than him.
“Mm, how about tomorrow? I’m feeling a little under the
weather today.”
There you go, I knew it. He’s going to sigh, do his little
run the fingers through the hair like he knows its kryptonite to me. And oh, these arms sneaking those tiny hot veins
around my waist are making my knees trembling with his nose pressing against my
forehead and that little touch of his warm luscious lips. Woah! Dang, hot momma! I feel like I’m on an adrenaline rush.
Whatever this is, I sure won’t want it to stop.
“Fine, Fine. Only because I want to prove you wrong that I
jog like Bill.”
Just like that, I agreed on to assign myself to this suicide
mission just cause without him saying anything, only tender touches make me say
yes.
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