Justin "Brenna? What happened?" I asked, eyeing her. "Justin..." she moaned, squinting towards me. "I-- might have had a liiiitttllleee bit to drink last night..." she muttered. "And-- you remember Danny, right? He's in my first period," she motioned towards a guy sitting in a convertible at the end of my driveway. "He drove me here after they told us we had to leave. YOU CAN GO NOW, DANNY! I'M FINE!" The guy laughed. "See you round, Brenna!" "Eff you, Danny Waters. Eff. You," she yelled back, before giggling as if she remembered some joke. Then she turned her attention back to me. "I need asprin. And a place to crash. If I go home with another hangover, my parents will kick me out for sure..." she whispered. "Yeah, sure. Come on in," I said. She wobbled into my front entry way. "Here," I said, wrapping my arms around her, and guiding her in the general direction of my room. My grandma, grandpa, and mom all stood near the staircase, staring. I knew they'd demand an explanation. "Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, this is Brenna. My, eh, girlfriend," I said, knowing this wasn't the kind of first impression they expected. Brenna smiled. "It's nice to meet---" she said, before puking all over my grandma's favorite rug. "Justy, I need to lay down..." she whined. "I know, I know," I said, walking her towards my room. She fell onto my bed, and was snoring before I could shut the door. My grandma had gotten to work cleaning the rug. "Justin..." My mom said, shooting me that 'Mom does not ...
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Falling for Prince Charming... 18
Falling for Prince Charming... 18 Video Clips. Duration : 0.32 Mins.
Justin "Brenna? What happened?" I asked, eyeing her. "Justin..." she moaned, squinting towards me. "I-- might have had a liiiitttllleee bit to drink last night..." she muttered. "And-- you remember Danny, right? He's in my first period," she motioned towards a guy sitting in a convertible at the end of my driveway. "He drove me here after they told us we had to leave. YOU CAN GO NOW, DANNY! I'M FINE!" The guy laughed. "See you round, Brenna!" "Eff you, Danny Waters. Eff. You," she yelled back, before giggling as if she remembered some joke. Then she turned her attention back to me. "I need asprin. And a place to crash. If I go home with another hangover, my parents will kick me out for sure..." she whispered. "Yeah, sure. Come on in," I said. She wobbled into my front entry way. "Here," I said, wrapping my arms around her, and guiding her in the general direction of my room. My grandma, grandpa, and mom all stood near the staircase, staring. I knew they'd demand an explanation. "Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, this is Brenna. My, eh, girlfriend," I said, knowing this wasn't the kind of first impression they expected. Brenna smiled. "It's nice to meet---" she said, before puking all over my grandma's favorite rug. "Justy, I need to lay down..." she whined. "I know, I know," I said, walking her towards my room. She fell onto my bed, and was snoring before I could shut the door. My grandma had gotten to work cleaning the rug. "Justin..." My mom said, shooting me that 'Mom does not ...
Justin "Brenna? What happened?" I asked, eyeing her. "Justin..." she moaned, squinting towards me. "I-- might have had a liiiitttllleee bit to drink last night..." she muttered. "And-- you remember Danny, right? He's in my first period," she motioned towards a guy sitting in a convertible at the end of my driveway. "He drove me here after they told us we had to leave. YOU CAN GO NOW, DANNY! I'M FINE!" The guy laughed. "See you round, Brenna!" "Eff you, Danny Waters. Eff. You," she yelled back, before giggling as if she remembered some joke. Then she turned her attention back to me. "I need asprin. And a place to crash. If I go home with another hangover, my parents will kick me out for sure..." she whispered. "Yeah, sure. Come on in," I said. She wobbled into my front entry way. "Here," I said, wrapping my arms around her, and guiding her in the general direction of my room. My grandma, grandpa, and mom all stood near the staircase, staring. I knew they'd demand an explanation. "Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, this is Brenna. My, eh, girlfriend," I said, knowing this wasn't the kind of first impression they expected. Brenna smiled. "It's nice to meet---" she said, before puking all over my grandma's favorite rug. "Justy, I need to lay down..." she whined. "I know, I know," I said, walking her towards my room. She fell onto my bed, and was snoring before I could shut the door. My grandma had gotten to work cleaning the rug. "Justin..." My mom said, shooting me that 'Mom does not ...
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