Twisted HeartsTwisted HeartsTwisted Hearts by nekoyukidoll
“What’s that truck doing in your driveway?” my friend, Trevor asked as we neared my house.
“Fuck,” was my reply. “Creeper at twelve.”
“That’s Doug, the idiot repair guy that fixed our a/c this summer but can’t take a hint. He keeps coming around even though my mom’s told him to pretty much get lost.”
He waved at me with a goofy expression. “Hey, Ben was it? How ya been?”
“If you’re looking for my mom, she’s not here and I don’t know where she is.”
“Oh, well I wanted to see how the air conditioner was working, ya know.”
“It’s working fine.”
“Oh, alright then. Well just tell your mom I stopped by, OK?”
I gave him my infamous smart-ass smirk. “Will do.” He left.
“You’re not really gonna tell your mom, are you?”
“No way in Hel
Current Residence: Edmond OK
Favourite genre of music: Jpop/jrock
Favourite style of art: japanese
Operating System: widows xp and windows 7
MP3 player of choice: Ipod touch
Wallpaper of choice: whatever fancies meh
Favourite cartoon character: L (Death Note) Raoul Am (Ai no Kusabi) Amon (Witch Hunter Robin)
Personal Quote: Did that clever brain of yours go bad?