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Long moments passed before she pulled back, studying his chubby cheeks close. The longer she looked, the sharper her nose stung, eyes welling. "Mommy sad?" Buddy cupped her face with tiny hands, those dark-grape eyes all worry. Sophia shook it off with a soft laugh. "Nah, Mommy's happy. Just wiped from the day." "Then I sing for you? Okay?" "What tune?" "'Row Row Row Your Boat.'" "Love to hear it." Buddy backed up a step, fisting his hand like a mic, belting in that sweet lisp.

Never have I felt so jealous of a guy. “Actually,” Bob mimicked Austin with his handclaps. “Anya thinks Popcorn is sweet.” With all eyes on me, including Sadie’s. I can feel my face flushed for the third time tonight. This is embarrassing. “Y-yeah I love it. I sang along to it even. I think I kind of remember some lyrics in the chorus.” “Oh yeah, we noticed.” Liam lumped in. “Thank you~ Honestly Sadie wrote all those lyrics.” All eyes are on Sadie now.

Sane was certain that his was bright red as well because he was never used to singing in front of someone. “Do you remember when we used to sing? Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da Just like that Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da, la-tee-da…” “So hard to find my way Now that I'm all on my own I saw you just the other day My, how you have grown Cast my memory back there, Lord Sometimes I'm overcome thinking 'bout it Making love in the green grass

Sophia sighs and shakes her head as her left leg starts to shake uncontrollably "What's wrong?" Jacob asked "I'm tired of ordering pizza for lunch all the time. It makes me feel fat" Sophia replied "You are not fat,babe" "I know I'm just saying that it makes me feel fat" "So,what do you wanna eat for lunch today?" Jacob asked "I want a cold cut wrap with a nice bowel of salad and some ice cold water" Sophia replied "A cold cut wrap?" Jacob asked

He pulled me closer to him, as we stay there until the water turned cold. ****** "James. No, don't! My ears!" I laughed hard. We decided to go on a road trip. That was when he started to do karaoke with his oldies songs. I quickly pulled down my window to drowned his voice. Making him laughed, and finally stopped singing. We had breakfast in a small dinner by the side of the road. He looked relaxed, he called his assistant this morning, telling her not to disturbed him this whole day. He said that he was mine for this whole day.

'Cause I love you, a bushel and a peck You bet your purdy neck, I do A doodle oodle, ooh doo A doodle oodle, oodle, ooh doo I love you, a bushel and a peck A bushel and a peck though you make my heart a wreck Make my heart a wreck and you make my life a mess Make my life a mess, yes a mess of happiness About you, about you” Until I saw nothing but darkness.

The Scientist by Coldplay playing on my iPod was loud enough to muffle even my frustrated thoughts. “Still sulking, Bobbie?” I thought I was sneaky enough. I rolled my eyes and looked to my right, finding Lee already working on my line. “Are you done with the Camaro?” He nodded in response to my questioning gaze, giving me a sheepish yet arrogant smirk. “Show off.” Lee chuckled, singing along to my Coldplay playlist. Lee is a good-looking guy with a horrible singing voice. “Why are you in my pile of cars?” “I’m done with my line,” he mumbled arrogantly.

With the taste of your lips Am on ride, come toxic,come sip it under she sang swaying her hips. Am addicted to you, Don't you know that your toxic I turned her and she whined. Ma ma ahhhh ahhhh, to do dooo, hey oooh Its getting to give you love, I took a sip from my devils cup, slowly its taking over me To high can't come down, loosing my head, spinning round about, oh do you feel me now I sang grinding into her. With the taste of your lips,

"Guess we stop for food. What do we crave?" We didn't miss a beat, practically shouting. "Pizza! Fries! And a giant milkshake!" Dad chuckled, slowing the car as they approached a rest stop. "Alright, alright, but one thing’s true..." Soph, me, and mom leaned forward eagerly. "What’s that, what’s that? Tell us, do!" Dad shot us a playful look. "No singing off-key—keep it in tune!" Sophie and I exchanged mischievous grins before belting out in the worst, most off-key voices possible:

Josie sang the next line, “Ooh, you know I love it when you call me senorita. I wish it wasn’t so damn hard to leave ya.” Rose continued, “But every touch is ooh-la-la-la. It’s true la-la-la. Ooh, I should be running, Ooh, you keep my coming for ya.” Despite its melodious tune, the song ended up warped beyond recognition from the two drunkards, sounding worse than mourners at a funeral.