Dela The following morning, I'm feeling terrible. Yesterday was fun with Lionel and Shirley, but I think I'm getting sick. I don't have any fever. This is probably just the beginning of a cold, yet I'm still half-dead. My head hurts. My throat is itching. Life kind of sucks. Groaning, I make i
Shirley: What about a tall, football-playing goofball who doesn't care about what hobbies you have? A guy who has seen your room and doesn't care. Basically, a person you don't have to pretend with? She quickly adds another message. Shirley: Did I mention he comes with rock-hard abs? Shirley: A
Lionel I head for my car with Leo, the teddy bear, in my arms. Most other teammates are heading home to sleep to rest up for tomorrow, but I have a date with a girl named Mandi. Smiling, I force the stuffed animal into the passenger seat and jerk in surprise when I notice my phone ringing. Its Ja
Dela I might be dying, but pfft—everything can be fixed with some alcohol in your system! And let's not forget hot half-naked doctors on the TV! Smiling like an idiot, I turn my attention to the screen again. "Oh, McDreamy... The things I would do to you... Don't screw Meredith—fuck me instead..
"Dying, huh?" "Yeap." "Well, don't die on me, Dela," Lionel tilts his head, smirking before his voice goes lower. "I wouldn't have a roommate left to tease." "No! Lionel! No... Don't talk to me in that husky voice..." Had I been sober, I wouldn't have groaned like that. To my surprise, Lionel g
Dela "Wake up, Dela!" Shirley announces. "Rise and shine!" What the fuck?! I wake up with a start and hiss at the sun when Shirley pulls the curtains to the side. "Shirley?" I squint at the bright light. "What are you doing here?" "Lionel called me," Shirley replies, smiling. "He had a game to
Dela If Lionel were an animal, he would be a peacock. How he walks into a room reminds me a lot of a beautiful bird. He takes my breath away, especially when he smiles. The only thing missing is him ruffling his feathers. "So, what do you girls want to eat?" Lionel asks from the stove. We told
Dela After being traumatized by Shirley's choice of a horror movie, Lionel and I are helping her with her groceries. It seems carrots are her pregnancy craving, and her entire cart is filled with them. "Here we go... Some dip... A little bit of soda..." Shirley places three big bottles of coke in