∞ ( preston )
send one for a kind gesture;
∞ my muse reading to your muse
“God, whoever wrote this is messed up.” Smirking over at the younger male at her side, Grace turned her eyes back to the diary she’d discovered and the two of them had delved into, Grace dramatically reading every passage out loud. It was entertaining, to be sure, and more than once she’d had to pause to catch her breath after laughing too hard. “Listen… Listen to this one.” Giving herself a little shake and taking a small breath to get ‘into character’ her voice fell two dramatic octaves and she took on the tone of some old timey stage actor.
“He looked at me today, and his gaze sent a cooled breeze across my hot skin. Does he notice me. Does he think of me as I think of him? I finally figured out which window is his…tonight I’m-… Holy fuck! This chick is in-fucking-sane!” Shaking her head she closed the book and tossed it away. “Fucking stalker, for sure!”