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"Barbie, she's not my girlfriend" "Come on baby girl, don't be shy." She started to tease me Here we go again. "Barbie, stop" I warned her She grinned "are you shy?" "I'm not. I told you, she's not my girlfriend" Geez! My face is heating up. She poked my cheek "then, why are you blushing?" I walked faster "I'm starving" ~~~ "Will she join us here?" Barbie asked me I looked at my untouched pasta "Yes, I told her to"

I was biting on the insides of my cheeks, still feeling embarrassed for giving in to his mockery. He poked my cheeks, “Barbara…” he kept doing that a few times when I swatted his hands. “Stop it!” “Alright, alright,” he stopped and started strumming his guitar. 🎶She dances till she bleeds... And never gave up ‘till she leads... She smiles and sings her heart out... To hide how lonely she is inside… 🎶. I listened to his beautiful lyrics as he sang the sweet, romantic tune. He’s words were knocking on my chest, convincing me to close my eyes and focus on his voice.

Barbie ➡ Come with all this wealth and power, you and I will be gods. . Johnson ➡ I'd rather be a legend than a god! . Barbie ➡ Anyway you like it, come give me a kiss. . She mounted on my laps kissing me softly in the presence of the others and from the looks of their faces, they were boiling with jealousy and rage.

As if she vanished. I turned back as Rain rang the door bell and the song 'I am a Barbie girl' played. This completely woke up Amber as if she realized she has reached her nana's house. She looked at me and I winked at her. She graced me with a smile that would always make my day.

"Are you having a good time?" Alexandra heard a husky voice ask from behind. The music in the club made it rather difficult to hear him. The flickering lights weren't helping either. "What!?" She yelled out, hoping he would hear her over the music. He smirked before letting out a chuckle. "I asked if you were having a good time!" He shouts. This time, she heard him a lot better than the first. Alexandra took a sip from my drink and smiled.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

I've got to warn her, she shouldn't fall for him, he would only break her heart. I didn't know why I suddenly care about her, I mean we just met like three days ago. But I wouldn't lie, I feel something different towards her, but I can not put a name to the kind of feeling it is. Barbie's POV I had to get out of the house, so after I was done with eating, I quickly took a shower, put on a white singlet with a black pants. When I was done getting dressed, I walked out of my room and went downstairs. When I reached downstairs, I walked straight to the door, opened it and got out.

"Oh- uh, Barbie called. She wants to hang out with you." "What?" But before I could say or ask anything, the both of them had already left. ### "This dress will look so cute on you!" Barbie squealed, admiring a black dress. "You should like try this on." "Barbie, can we go home?" I sighed. "My feet are killing me." "Okay, but you have to try this top first!" Barbie shoved a pink laced crop top at me. "Barbie." "Please?" I sighed and took the top from her, entered a changing room and quickly tried it on. I think I heard a tearing sound during the process. Oh well.

“That’s done.” I grabbed the rest of my things, shoved them back into my bag, and stood up. The cab driver looked at me through the window. “You getting in or what?” he asked. I opened the door and got inside. “Yes,” I said, still a little cranky. “Where to?” he asked. I leaned back in the seat. “Take me to a bar.” He glanced at me through the mirror. “Any specific one?” “No.” He shrugged and started driving.

“I'm gay!” That sentence rang in Liana's ears again. And yes, Lian had to admit that that sentence surprised her. Her feet, which were walking fast, suddenly stopped, just like that, even though she didn't know what to do after that. "I'm gay, and that's why I need your help, Liana."