V Loves Kinda Scary
Her jaw hung open for a moment and in her exhaustion at the mere notion of what was going on, she sloped hands on her knees inching closer until she was very well looming over her husband, the only obstacle between her and the girl, the only thing that kept her from inching closer and closer until she was right in the poor, unsuspecting thing’s face. Instead she stood over Benji’s chair, her hair falling messily in front of him tickling his nose and obscuring his view of the concerned neighbors. “Who’s…um…that? Who’s that pretty thing over there?”
‘Hi, I’m Christina.’
“CHRISTINA! Oh-oh! Very cute. Have you ever considered…dying your hair? A change of color…mix it up!” As she suggested it the looks she received got more confused and more harsh and she straighten taking her bottom lip under the clamp on her jaw and biting hard as her hands wandered into her husband’s hair as if to demonstrate what it was, exactly, hair was. She meant to pet but perhaps she pulled in her nervousness. “With the Strawberry Shortcake murder running around and all you know? HAHA! Better safe then sorry!”
He couldn’t help but wonder what in the world shed managed to come across but oh how his sweet, darling Elena had such a range of curious habits so whether or not it was even worth questioning was the real matter at hand. For all he knew she’d chased a small dog down the street and took a tumble down the rabbit hole only to land right back where she’d started, oh how Alice of you, dear wife! His crystal hues would watch her steps oh so carefully, frown warily at the dirt beneath her nails and smeared over her cheek and her new clothes and instantly he knew her story didn’t quite add up but not in front of the neighbours darling we can’t possibly make a bad impression! And so he’d release the chirpy laugh he so often echoed with her own before placing a hand against his chest, blonde hair flicking as he offered a shake of his head
“If you had of told me I woulda come with you! She’s so clumsy when she goes places on her own, you know? One time she wanted to feed the ducks and did the same thing! Just fell right into the pond and we had to fish tadpoles from her shoes!” his expression sparkled with the content emotions of a freshly married man filled with love and respect, never one to stop and expect they were sitting opposite a man who had just recently smashed a poor innocent lass right over the head with a loud clunk if only to mask it with a banana peel. He was a genius! A true little psychopath and neither his wife nor his neighbours had any idea!
But as she leant it was an almost automatic reaction to slide his hands softly against her waist before offering a slightly pained smile at the male sitting opposite them, the pair evidently confused over their childish antics. Oh to be young and in love, some would say while others felt it were best he simply grew up as adulthood had been shoved into the palms of their hands. But gently would he tug her into his lap to pick the varying twigs and grass from within her ever perfect locks, playing the role all too easily as he wiped a smear of dirt from her cheek before the back of his hand met her forehead
Her jaw hung open for a moment and in her exhaustion at the mere notion of what was going on, she sloped hands on her knees inching closer until she was very well looming over her husband, the only obstacle between her and the girl, the only thing that kept her from inching closer and closer until she was right in the poor, unsuspecting thing’s face. Instead she stood over Benji’s chair, her hair falling messily in front of him tickling his nose and obscuring his view of the concerned neighbors. “Who’s…um…that? Who’s that pretty thing over there?”
‘Hi, I’m Christina.’
“CHRISTINA! Oh-oh! Very cute. Have you ever considered…dying your hair? A change of color…mix it up!” As she suggested it the looks she received got more confused and more harsh and she straighten taking her bottom lip under the clamp on her jaw and biting hard as her hands wandered into her husband’s hair as if to demonstrate what it was, exactly, hair was. She meant to pet but perhaps she pulled in her nervousness. “With the Strawberry Shortcake murder running around and all you know? HAHA! Better safe then sorry!”
He couldn’t help but wonder what in the world shed managed to come across but oh how his sweet, darling Elena had such a range of curious habits so whether or not it was even worth questioning was the real matter at hand. For all he knew she’d chased a small dog down the street and took a tumble down the rabbit hole only to land right back where she’d started, oh how Alice of you, dear wife! His crystal hues would watch her steps oh so carefully, frown warily at the dirt beneath her nails and smeared over her cheek and her new clothes and instantly he knew her story didn’t quite add up but not in front of the neighbours darling we can’t possibly make a bad impression! And so he’d release the chirpy laugh he so often echoed with her own before placing a hand against his chest, blonde hair flicking as he offered a shake of his head
“If you had of told me I woulda come with you! She’s so clumsy when she goes places on her own, you know? One time she wanted to feed the ducks and did the same thing! Just fell right into the pond and we had to fish tadpoles from her shoes!” his expression sparkled with the content emotions of a freshly married man filled with love and respect, never one to stop and expect they were sitting opposite a man who had just recently smashed a poor innocent lass right over the head with a loud clunk if only to mask it with a banana peel. He was a genius! A true little psychopath and neither his wife nor his neighbours had any idea!
But as she leant it was an almost automatic reaction to slide his hands softly against her waist before offering a slightly pained smile at the male sitting opposite them, the pair evidently confused over their childish antics. Oh to be young and in love, some would say while others felt it were best he simply grew up as adulthood had been shoved into the palms of their hands. But gently would he tug her into his lap to pick the varying twigs and grass from within her ever perfect locks, playing the role all too easily as he wiped a smear of dirt from her cheek before the back of his hand met her forehead
Her jaw hung open for a moment and in her exhaustion at the mere notion of what was going on, she sloped hands on her knees inching closer until she was very well looming over her husband, the only obstacle between her and the girl, the only thing that kept her from inching closer and closer until she was right in the poor, unsuspecting thing’s face. Instead she stood over Benji’s chair, her hair falling messily in front of him tickling his nose and obscuring his view of the concerned neighbors. “Who’s…um…that? Who’s that pretty thing over there?”
‘Hi, I’m Christina.’
“CHRISTINA! Oh-oh! Very cute. Have you ever considered…dying your hair? A change of color…mix it up!” As she suggested it the looks she received got more confused and more harsh and she straighten taking her bottom lip under the clamp on her jaw and biting hard as her hands wandered into her husband’s hair as if to demonstrate what it was, exactly, hair was. She meant to pet but perhaps she pulled in her nervousness. “With the Strawberry Shortcake murder running around and all you know? HAHA! Better safe then sorry!”
He couldn’t help but wonder what in the world shed managed to come across but oh how his sweet, darling Elena had such a range of curious habits so whether or not it was even worth questioning was the real matter at hand. For all he knew she’d chased a small dog down the street and took a tumble down the rabbit hole only to land right back where she’d started, oh how Alice of you, dear wife! His crystal hues would watch her steps oh so carefully, frown warily at the dirt beneath her nails and smeared over her cheek and her new clothes and instantly he knew her story didn’t quite add up but not in front of the neighbours darling we can’t possibly make a bad impression! And so he’d release the chirpy laugh he so often echoed with her own before placing a hand against his chest, blonde hair flicking as he offered a shake of his head
“If you had of told me I woulda come with you! She’s so clumsy when she goes places on her own, you know? One time she wanted to feed the ducks and did the same thing! Just fell right into the pond and we had to fish tadpoles from her shoes!” his expression sparkled with the content emotions of a freshly married man filled with love and respect, never one to stop and expect they were sitting opposite a man who had just recently smashed a poor innocent lass right over the head with a loud clunk if only to mask it with a banana peel. He was a genius! A true little psychopath and neither his wife nor his neighbours had any idea!
But as she leant it was an almost automatic reaction to slide his hands softly against her waist before offering a slightly pained smile at the male sitting opposite them, the pair evidently confused over their childish antics. Oh to be young and in love, some would say while others felt it were best he simply grew up as adulthood had been shoved into the palms of their hands. But gently would he tug her into his lap to pick the varying twigs and grass from within her ever perfect locks, playing the role all too easily as he wiped a smear of dirt from her cheek before the back of his hand met her forehead
