Romans & histoires Prank Boyfriend With Song Lyrics

I cracked up and his hand cupped my private area, my breath hitched when I felt the warmth of his hand radiating off onto me. "An almost forty-year-old man who can make you feel like this?" He palmed me and I moaned, "I think I might enjoy getting older." He removed his hand and grinned at me. "You're evil." I squinted my eyes at him and he laughed showing off his perfect pearly white teeth. "Just like you baby." He winked and I flipped him off singing along to Alicia Keys and Miguel's song ' Show Me Love '. He sang Miguel's part and I sang Alicia's, it was cute but also funny. He kept on commenting after every line I said, from ' I am showing you love ', to 'I am going to show you what it i

I looked back at the letter and continued reading, "..Thandy, I know I haven't been the best girlfriend but I want you to know that I'm trying, I love you with all my heart and maybe I prove this in a very weird or harf way to believe.... fuck it..." I furrowed my brows at the letter and looked at her, "fuck it?" She smiled and played her phone, which was magically connected to some invisible speakers, and I heard Beyonce's voice singing Ed Sheeran's Perfect... she just let let it sing looking at me. I slowly made it to where she was in bed, what almost gave me heart attack was when instead of Ed Sheeran singing, Kat started singing. My eyes were wide open. This wasn't happening.

Knowing that she was defeated, she sighed before standing up. We cheered for her and she grabbed the microphone and asked for the Dj to play a song. “Boys seem to like the girls Who laugh at anything The ones who get undressed Before the second date Girls seem to like the boys Who don't appreciate All the money and the time that it takes” When she finished singing, Leroy grinned at us and stood up proudly. "It's showtime!" He exclaimed. “Cause I've been Thinking 'bout you lately. Maybe you could save me,

“Say hi to your boyfriend! Type it now!” “He's not my boyfriend!” I shouted, already burying my face into the blanket. Champ’s laughter echoed around the room like it was his life’s mission to make my blood pressure rise. “Sure, sure,” he said, still cackling. “Keep shouting that and maybe one day you’ll convince yourself.” “Champ,” I growled, voice muffled by the blanket. “If you don’t shut up, I swear—” “What? You’ll tell Ethan?” he teased, grabbing his phone and pretending to type. “Hey, lover boy, Ryan says hi and he misses—”

'' I lean in toward him, singing right near his face. Alex seems to hear the lyrics clearly because he turns to look at me in an instant. ''So if you treat me right just the way that I want you. Oh, baby boy, I promise that I'll be on you. Oh oh oh oh oh on you, night to the mo-oh-oh-oh-oh-orning.'' He furrows his eyebrows as I keep on singing to the song. ''That sounded so wrong.'' He let out a breath and he ends up laughing.

MIA MIA "Why did you drink again?! Don't you have anything to do with yourself?!" I yelled at my annoying boyfriend, Drake. Twirling around like the drunkard he presently was, he began singing “All of me” by John Legend. This was so frustrating for me. I curled my fingers into a fist, tried to resist the urge to hit the asshole out of him. He was literally embarrassing me in front of the jobless people who surrounded us. If I had known he'd end up being this drunk, I wouldn't have dared to follow him here.

“No, no! It’s fine. I love music.” Then, the waiter placed the tray she had in her hand on the table, and it happened to have a white plate with a piece of cake. Next to the cake was something written with chocolate syrup. It read; “Will you be my girlfriend?” Brandon tightened his grip on my hand and I looked at his face again. “Will you let me be your boyfriend? I promise not to let you down.” He said, and I chuckled. I looked around and saw the singer and the others looking at us.

After singing, he gave me the mic. “Sing for me also!” He said while smirking. “I am not a singer!” I said. “You’re disappointing your supporters!” I turned my look left and right and there are audiences that make me anxious. Shit. “Gio! You know that I don’t have any talent when it comes to singing!” I screamed. The audiences screamed as well. “Your boyfriend wants to hear you sing!” “Grant his wish!” “I smell breakup later!” “He’s not my boyfriend!” I defended.

James let out a roar that was more animal than human before lunging toward Marissa. He wrapped his hands around her neck and squeezed tightly. "Why! Why did you cut off her oxygen? Why did you steal her bailout cylinder?" Marissa's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she was lifted off the ground by James. Her legs kicked uselessly in the air, while her nails gouged bloody lines down James' face. "Y-You… a-agreed to it…" She struggled to get the words out, her face flushing red as she choked. "On April Fools' Day… Y-You said it was… okay to prank her… to teach her a lesson… she won't forget…"

My phone was ringing and I hurriedly answered it. "Heeeey." I slurred. "Sweetheart?" "Oh! Hiiiii Damon!" I drunkly said. "Why do you sound funny? Are you drunk?" He asked. I giggled. "Just had a couple of drinks sweetie. Don't worry about me a single bit. Im on my way home." I hiccuped. "I'm glad. I just got off the meeting and I called in to check on you." He says. "Awwwe my boyfriend is just too sweet. I love you sweetheart." I slurred my words.