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Re: Footballfeld
von Quinn am 19.08.2012 09:02*früh am morgen mit meinen Sportklamotten joggen gehe*
*meinen IPod anmache und Sara noch nicht bemerke*
"Why do you smoke so damn fast?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled widely, and such a wide smile on her narrow face might have looked goofy were it not for the unimpeachably elegant green in her eyes. She smile with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Ya'll smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die."
Re: Footballfeld
von Sara am 19.08.2012 09:31*sms bekomm*
*pause mach*
*sms lese*
*wasser trinke*
Now you told me on a Sunday that it wasn't gonna work. I tried to cry myself to sleep 'cause it was supposed to
hurt. We sat next to the fire as the flame was burning out. I knew what you were thinkin' before you'd say it aloud.
Don't say you're sorry 'cause I'm not even breaking. You're not worth the time that this is taking. I knew better than
to let you break my heart. This soul you'll never see again, won't be showing scars. You still love her, I can see it in
your eyes. The truth is all that I can hear every time you lie.
Re: Footballfeld
von Quinn am 19.08.2012 09:33*irgendwann Sara sehe* //Das ist doch die Schwester von der Motta ...//
*sie nicht weiter beachte und ein neues Lied auf meinem IPod anmachen will*
*dabei gegen Sara stoße und ihn vor Schreck fallen lasse*
"Why do you smoke so damn fast?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled widely, and such a wide smile on her narrow face might have looked goofy were it not for the unimpeachably elegant green in her eyes. She smile with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Ya'll smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die."
Re: Footballfeld
von Sara am 19.08.2012 11:02*quinns ipod aufheb*
Hier, bitteschön, hoffentlich ist nichts kaputt
Now you told me on a Sunday that it wasn't gonna work. I tried to cry myself to sleep 'cause it was supposed to
hurt. We sat next to the fire as the flame was burning out. I knew what you were thinkin' before you'd say it aloud.
Don't say you're sorry 'cause I'm not even breaking. You're not worth the time that this is taking. I knew better than
to let you break my heart. This soul you'll never see again, won't be showing scars. You still love her, I can see it in
your eyes. The truth is all that I can hear every time you lie.
Re: Footballfeld
von Quinn am 19.08.2012 11:21Danke. *ihn kurz betrachte und ihn zurück in meine Tasche tue*
Du bist doch eine der Motta Schwestern, oder? *sie mustere*
"Why do you smoke so damn fast?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled widely, and such a wide smile on her narrow face might have looked goofy were it not for the unimpeachably elegant green in her eyes. She smile with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Ya'll smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die."
Re: Footballfeld
von Sara am 19.08.2012 11:39Ja bin ich
*q auch mustere*
Now you told me on a Sunday that it wasn't gonna work. I tried to cry myself to sleep 'cause it was supposed to
hurt. We sat next to the fire as the flame was burning out. I knew what you were thinkin' before you'd say it aloud.
Don't say you're sorry 'cause I'm not even breaking. You're not worth the time that this is taking. I knew better than
to let you break my heart. This soul you'll never see again, won't be showing scars. You still love her, I can see it in
your eyes. The truth is all that I can hear every time you lie.
Re: Footballfeld
von Quinn am 19.08.2012 11:41Ich bin Quinn Fabray. *leicht lächel*
Du kennst mich sicher.
"Why do you smoke so damn fast?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled widely, and such a wide smile on her narrow face might have looked goofy were it not for the unimpeachably elegant green in her eyes. She smile with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Ya'll smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die."
Re: Footballfeld
von Sara am 19.08.2012 11:44Ja, du bist doch Headcheerio, oder?
Now you told me on a Sunday that it wasn't gonna work. I tried to cry myself to sleep 'cause it was supposed to
hurt. We sat next to the fire as the flame was burning out. I knew what you were thinkin' before you'd say it aloud.
Don't say you're sorry 'cause I'm not even breaking. You're not worth the time that this is taking. I knew better than
to let you break my heart. This soul you'll never see again, won't be showing scars. You still love her, I can see it in
your eyes. The truth is all that I can hear every time you lie.
Re: Footballfeld
von Tina am 19.08.2012 11:47*einfach etwas durch die Gegend laufe*
*Quinn und Sara sehe*
Hallo ihr Zwei, na alles klar?
Re: Footballfeld
von Quinn am 19.08.2012 11:48Ja, bin ich. *stolz lächel*
*Tina sehe* Hey Tinchen! *etwas lach*
Ja, und bei dir? *sie fragend ansehe*
"Why do you smoke so damn fast?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled widely, and such a wide smile on her narrow face might have looked goofy were it not for the unimpeachably elegant green in her eyes. She smile with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Ya'll smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die."