Novel & Cerita Bobby Wasabi Kickin It

Matt had his arms around my shoulders protectively, as we walked to where our friends were waiting. “I’ll be damned if I don’t get to dance with you, Bobbie,” Anton spoke as soon as we’re on earshot’s length. He was wearing a fairly fitted plain black tee and light blue denim match with biker boots. The way his shirt hugs his biceps surely caught too many girls’ eyes on the line. His dark locks neatly combed back to perfection, not a strand missing a spot. I gave them each a hug, a brotherly one.

“What the heck happened to you?” Alba asked as she saw her boss come inside her office with a small lopsided smile on his annoyingly handsome face, and a wet suit with what looks like coffee, “Why are you wet with coffee, why are you not screaming, and why do you look like you’re higher than that american rapper, Snoop Dogg?” she asked without taking a single breath. She ended her questioning with sarcasm just to erase teh stupid smile on his face.

he trembled, trying to hold his ground. "Oh? Then, let’s prove it." I nodded to Zane, who brought my disabled robot onto the stage. Grabbing a steel rod as thick as my wrist, I brought it down on the machine in a hail of blows. "No!" Adrian lunged, but security, who was ready for this, pinned him in place. Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…"