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AAOOOSC! Mini Stories!

A Very Merry AAOOOSC! Christmas!

On Christmas Day in San Jose, it is snowing. Yup, snowing in San Jose...but it is only snowing on Antti Niemi's house. In his front yard, hockey players from the NHL were playing in the snow, wearing snow clothes.
"Whatcha makin', Sid?" Nathan MacKinnon asks.
Sidney Crosby, Nathan's friend, is draped over a huge snowball. "I'm making a snowman!"
"By the size of that snowball, it's gonna be huge!"
"Yup! It's my Christmas present for Bubby and Bubby Jr.! They really want to see the world's largest snowman!"
"Heeyyy..." Nathan looks around his surrounds, waving the falling snow from his sight. "...where are they anyways?"
"Oh, they're on the porch--they can't see me make their present!" Sidney nods towards the direction of the porch, which was to his right.
Nathan looks at the porch, which was untouched by snow since it had a covering over it. On the swinging bench is a big, stuffed gorilla with his black back showing; next to it is a miniature version of that gorilla, with its black back turned towards the hockey players as well. Next to the gorillas is Jonas Hiller, who is roasting marshmallows with his hands thanks to his pyrokinetic powers.
"Ahhh...I see." He turns back to the Penguin, who was now continuing rolling up his snowball. He catches up to him. "You need help though?"
"Me?" Sidney stops, catching his breath. "Whew, oh my Bubbys, I do need some."
"Awesome! Learn from the master." Nathan extends his hands out towards the front of the house.
Snow begins to gather in the front, building up into a snowman shape. Then many rocks, carried by flying snow, decorated the top ball of the 'snowman,' making a snowman taller than the two-story house.
"Oh my Bubbys, that's huuuuge!" Sidney exclaims, squeaking out 'huge.'
"See? World's tallest snowman right there!" Nathan extends his right hand towards it.
"Hey, man, move this blob of snow outta the way!" a voice echoes from behind the snowman.
"Sorry, we can't and it's a snowman for your information!" Sidney shouts.
"What were you gonna do anyways that the snowman caused for you to be unable to do?" Nathan asks loudly.
Patrick Kane appears next to the snowman. "I was about to water-ski on the snow, dude."
"Uhhh...isn't that skiing?"
"No, no, no, it's like water-skiing, man...except I'm gonna do it on snow, not water.
"Yea, that's skiing."
"No, dude, it's water-skiing...except it's on snow."
"So you're skiing...," Nathan says.
"No, man--"
"Patrick, water is frozen snow, so you're skiing," Sidney tells him.
"Yea, whatevs, dude. Just move the snowman outta the way."
Sidney looks up at the snowman's face. "Whoa! The snowman has a purple scarf and hat!"
Jonathan Quick appears from behind the snowman's head, floating in a force field. The snowman now has a glowing purple top hat and scarf.
"Jonny! You made the snowman look pretty!"
Patrick storms over to see the front of the snowman. "Oh goodness, man."
Jonathan lands and makes his force field disappear. "Yea, that snowman did look a bit bare."
"Thank you, Jonny!" Sidney hugs Jonathan. "Now Bubby and Bubby Jr. will be very happy!" He pulls apart and turns to Nathan, hugging him. "Thank you, Nathan! Now Bubby and Bubby Jr. will be very happy!"
This happy moment is interrupted by brakes screeching loudly.
Sidney pulls apart from Nathan and all the hockey players look up at the street, seeing a familiar car parked parallel to the sidewalk. The driver's door opens and Antti Niemi comes running around the car with a frightened look.
"Not the orange trees, not the orange trees!" he yells, waving his hands in the air while rushing to his snow-covered front yard.
"What orange trees?" Nathan asks.
"These!!!" Antti runs to the wooden door on the side of the door and opens it, rushing to the backyard.
Jonna, Antti's wife, is already out of the car and walks over to the front yard to the hockey players. "You don't know how passionate Antti is about his orange trees. And when something bad happens to them--"
Her sentence is cut off by her husband's scream.
"--that'll happen."
Antti runs back to the front yard, terrified. "There's snow in the backyard!"
Nathan chuckles while blushing. "Whoops. But oranges are a winter fruit right?"
"Why do you think oranges grow in Florida where it doesn't snow?" Antti shoots back with a grumpy look.
"Now, Antti dear, calm down." Jonna places her hand on his shoulder. "The boys are just having fun."
Antti lets out a heavy sigh. "On my front lawn? With snow?"
"I can take out the snow," Nathan tells him.
"Just keep the orange trees away from the snow, please."
"Okay, no prob." Nathan extends his hands towards the backyard and then drops them after holding them up for a moment. "There, all gone."
"I'll go check." Antti breezes past everyone and the huge snowman. He stops and looks behind him, up at the snowman. His mouth opens, but then immediately closes, like as if he wanted to rant about how the snowman shouldn't be in the middle of his yard. He continues walking to the backyard.
"You wanna go inside?" Sidney asks Jonna excitedly. "It's decorated!"
Jonna's eyes light up. "Really?"
"Yea! It's all Christmas-sy and happy!"
She gasps. "You really did? I've been wanting to do that myself! Let's check it out!" She rushes up the porch and goes inside.
Sidney, Jonathan, Patrick, and Nathan follow her, passing by Jonas.
Jonas looks up from them while eating a toasted marshmallow in confusion; he gets up and goes inside as well.
Sidney walks backwards, entering the porch again. He reaches for Bubby and Bubby Jr., then enters the house again.
The house inside looks like Santa's house. There is a huge Christmas tree on the right corner, decorated in San Jose Sharks colours since Antti is in the Sharks. The walls and doorways were lined with garlands wrapped with tinsel that had ornaments and red bows hanging down from them. The kitchen countertop has hot chocolate, cookies, marshmallows, chocolates, egg nog, and apple cider out. The TV is transformed into a fireplace and a radio is next to the door, letting out soft Christmas music. There are many chairs and sofas, which could hold at least twenty people all together; in the middle of them is a long coffee table.
Jonna looks like a little kid watching a firework show. "Wow, this is amazing!"
The Christmas tree rustles a bit and Pekka Rinne appears from behind it. "Thanks, I had to decorate it all while they played around." He frowns at the hockey players.
"It's not our fault you can grow big to reach high spots," Jonathan says.
"It's fine." Pekka walks over to the rest of the hockey players.
Jonna looks at Pekka. "Thank you so much for making the house look so nice!" Then she puts on a puzzled look. "But what's with all the chairs and refreshments?"
"Oh, we're gonna have a Christmas party!" Sidney exclaims.
"Here?" Jonna points to the ground.
"Yea!" Jonas stuffs another toasted marshmallow in his mouth.
"Oh...wow...I was not, I was not, um, notified about this..."
"Now you are!" Sidney tells her.
"Yes, now I'm definitely am. Who did you invite?"
Patrick pulls out a long piece of paper, like a scroll, and starts reading it. "Bernier dude, Mike man, Boo Luongo dude, Brad man, Tazer dude, John man, Cam dude... Uhhhh...football players man, baseball players dude, and soccer players man..."
Jonna gives Patrick a 'what-the-heck-are-you-saying-?' look. "Football players? Baseball players? Soccer players‽"
"Hey, I thought the basketball players were gonna come too!" Nathan exclaims.
"They said they couldn't make it, dude--they play on Christmas day." Patrick puts the paper down.
"The NBA is messed up for games to happen on Christmas Day," Jonathan grumbles.
"Which soccer players are coming: the MLS or World Cup?" Jonas asks, licking his fingers.
"A little of both, man."
"Sweet!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, but are they gonna come here?" Jonna asks.
"Yes, that's why we decorated it!" Sidney tells her.
"But...you guys couldn't have held it in a different place?"
"Well," Pekka starts, "Jonas is stilling moving into his house up in Canada, Sidney's heater is broken and it's freezing over in Pittsburgh, Patrick's has plumbing problems, Jonathan's wife won't let him hold a party, Nathan's house is very hard to get to--"
"'Cause it's on the Rocky Mountains were all the snow's at!" Nathan cuts in with a big smile.
"--and my house is too small to hold a party in," he finishes.
"There's no law that a party must be held in a house, though..."
"But he decorated it already!!!" Sidney cries with his eyes growing wide.
"And the invitations are already distributed..." Nathan says.
"And it's already decorated!!!" His eyes are still wide.
"And we already got back the RSVPs..."
"And the house...is decorated!!!"
"And everyone's looking forward to it..."
"And everything's already decorated!!!"
"And we got everything planned..."
"AND IT'S DECORATED!!!" Sidney shouts, squeezing Bubby and Bubby Jr.
"Okay, okay, okay... I'm fine with it...but I don't know if your guys' Master would be okay with it," Jonna tells them with her palms out.
"Me being fine with what?" Antti enters the house. "The orange trees are doing wonderful."
"The boys want a party here--"
"No, we are gonna have a party here," Sidney corrects.
"Party?" Antti looks at his group like as if they were insane. "Are you insane? No, that can't happen! Not here!"
"But's it's decorated!!" Sidney squeaks.
"Wait, what's decorated?" Antti shifts his gaze to the house; his eyes go wide as he sees his living room now full of Christmas spirit. "Whoa...wow, Jonna?" He looks at his wife.
"Not me, him." Jonna points to Pekka with her thumb.
Antti looks at Pekka. "You did all this?" He points to the livingroom.
"Yup, 'cause we were planning to have a party here. But if you don't want to, then that's fine..." Pekka's voice trails off.
"Well, I mean, if it's a Christmas party...and we didn't have anything planned for today, right Jonna?" Antti turns to his wife, who has her hands on her hips with her eyebrows raised. "Oh yea, but still-- Who's invited to this party?"
"You are!" Sidney exclaims happily.
"Yes, I hope I am... And who else?"
Patrick holds up the long list to his face. "Bernier man, Mike dude--"
Jonathan snatches the list from Patrick and hands it over to his Master.
"Thank you." Antti scans the list. "Wow, there's gonna be an awful lot of people here..."
"Yup-a-doo-da!" Jonas says with his eyes closed and huge smile on his face.
Antti hands the list back to Patrick. "Well, I mean, it's Christmas, everyone here should be happy--"
Sidney has a gleeful look on his face. "Yea, 'cause in Christmas, everyone's happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy and happy, and happy and happy..."
Everyone gawks at Sidney while he repeatedly says, "and happy."
"Okay, thank you, Sid--" Antti pats Sidney's hand, telling him that his happy words are enough; Sidney stops talking. "You guys can have your party here."
"YAY!!!" Everyone cheers.


A few hours later, the party is on, with everyone who is invited is talking and eating and and drinking or cooking, but all are having a merry time.
Brad Marchand and Roberto Luongo is talking to Guillermo Ochoa in Spanish...and French.
"¿Alguna vez había patinado antes?" Roberto asks Ochoa. (Had you ever skated before?)
"No, no patinamos en México," the Mexican soccer goalie answers. (No, we don't skate in Mexico.)
"Nous allons vous emmener un jour de patinage," Brad tells him in French. (We are going to take you to skate one day.)
"¿Yo? ¿Patinaje? No, yo no hago eso." (Me? Skate? I don't do that.)
"Y entonces cuando aprendas a patinar, puede convertirse en un portero de hockey y jugar con nosotros!" Roberto exclaims. (And when you learned who to skate, you can become a hockey goalie and play with us!)
"No gracias, voy a quedarme jugando en el campo donde yo no puedo caer cada dos segundos." He smiles with his mouth closed. (No thank you, I'll stay playing on the ground where I can't fall down every two seconds.)
Brad shakes his head. "Il ne sait pas ce qu'il est de jouer dehors sur." (He does not know what he's missing out on.)
"Sí." Roberto agrees. (Yup.)
Tom Brady is telling 'Yo Mamma' jokes to the baseball players, Chris Davis, Bryce Harper, and Buster Posey, and the NHL Police, Jonathan Bernier, Cam Ward, and Mike Cammalleri.
"Wait, wait, wait." Tom Brady clears his throat, thinking of a joke. "Yo Mamma's so stupid, she stands on a chair to try to raise her IQ!" He begins laughing out loud.
Everyone in his group laughs along with him except for Bernier, who is busy stuffing himself with maple leaf cookies and downing maple syrup.
"That's so mean, but it's so funny!" Buster squeaks out between bursts of laughter.
"It's so funny I think I swallowed my tobacco while laughing," Chris points out.
"Oh dude..." Bryce stops laughing and looks at the Oriole with wide eyes. "You're gonna die."
"Nah, don't worry--" Chris waves his hand in the air. "--it's peppermint flavored; I'll do fine."
Everyone eyes Chris weirdly.
Philip Rivers is having a conversation with Landon Donovan and Tim Howard.
"Gah-lee guys, you guys did so well in the World Cup!"
"Uh, I didn't participate in the World Cup," Landon tells the quarterback.
"You didn't?" Philp makes a surprised look. "But I swore, I saw ya on my TV!"
"I didn't participate in the World Cup... They said I was too old."
Tim gasps. "Now that's not a nice thing to say! Landon, if you told me about this, then I could've saved ya because those are one of the things I, Tim Howard, could save!"
"Don't worry, I gave 'em what they deserved: I made them their own galaxy and locked them up in there. Problem solved." The soccer forward crosses his arms and smirks.
"You can make galaxies?" Philip's eyes grow wide.
"Yup, those are the LA Galaxy's powers...and I'm the power player of that team."
"Nice... But I swore, you were playing--"
"No, not in the World Cup I wasn't, maybe you were mistaking it as this year's MLS championship, I because I was there..."
Thomas Müller is in the kitchen, baking German Christmas cookies because non are available and he wants some.
"Ich kann nicht glauben, dass es keine deutschen Cookies hier! Eine Partei ist keine Partei ohne deutsche Cookies!" He stops kneading the dough and looks up at the party for a moment. "Zumindest der Gastgeber war nett genug, um mir die Küche für mich für deutsche Cookies Backen!" He continues the kneading the dough after adjusting his chef hat. "Cookies, Cookies, Cookies... Deutsche Cookies!" (I cannot believe that there are no German cookies here! A party is not a party without German cookies! ...At least they were nice enough for me to give me the kitchen so that I can bake cookies in it! ...German cookies!)
John Tavares and Jonathan Toews are talking together.
"Okay kid, when I say 'attain some almondade for me at the repository,' what am I telling you to do?" John takes a sip of his coconut flavoured almondade.
"Uhhh...attach almonade to a respiratory...thing?" Toews grits his teeth.
"Ugh!" John smacks his hand on his forehead. "Why the heck would I ask you to do such thing, pal? I'm ordering you to go fetch some almondade at the grocery store!"
"Ohhhh... Okay, that makes sense." Toews nods his head; he takes a sip of apple cider.
"Alright--" John takes another sip of almondade. "--what does I mean when I say, 'Do not infiltrate the room that is located at the extremity of the corridor?'"
"Ummm...don't infect the room in the corridor extreme situations-- Since when there was a corridor in your home‽"
John slaps his forehead again. "You necessitate aid, smalls."
Sidney is eating cookies with Bubby and Bubby Jr. at the counter top, in front of Thomas; Antti and Jonna are together, and Jonathan, Pekka, Jonas, and Nathan are passing out Santa hats to everyone.
Patrick meanwhile is sitting on the sofa, next to Andrew Luck; he looks at the guest list. "Hmm...Cutler man and Romo dude are missin'." He looks to his right, where Andrew staring into space. "Uhhh..., Luck, man, Luck, hey." He nudges the quarterback with his elbow.
Andrew blinks for a moment, looking up at Patrick. "What?" he asks in a timid voice.
"Do you know where Cutler dude and Romo man are, dude?"
"I dunno. But where are we?"
"Ohhhh...right, you're the man who doesn't know your location, dude..."
The door bell rings.
"Ooo! People! I'll get it!!!" Sidney rushes from the countertop to the front door with Bubby and Bubby Jr. in his arm.
"I believe that's them, man." Patrick picks up a red pen from the coffee table, crossing off their names.
Sidney goes on his tippy-toes and turns the knob with one hand, pulling the door open. "Yay, more people!"
On the other side are of course, Tony Romo and Jay Cutler.
"Hi, hi!" Tony says, smiling.
"Hello, Tony and Jay! How are you guys doing on this happy day? Oh my Bubbys, that rhymes! Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh" Sidney laughs.
Tony laughs along with him; Jay just has the most grumpiest look--it was more grumpier than the Grumpy Cat!
The two stop laughing; Sidney sees Jay's unhappy face. "Why are you not happy?"
"Oh, he's never happy," Romo tells him in a high-pitched voice. "He's always mad."
"But it's Christmas! Everyone's suppose to be happy on Christmas!" Sidney extends his arms out, holding onto Bubby and Bubby Jr. with now his hands.
"Not Jay..., though." Tony looks up at the Bears' quarterback. "Can you be happy, Jay?"
"No," Jay snaps in a gruff voice and crossed arms.
"Pleeeeease?"
"No."
"Well, we can make him happy, right?" Sidney asks.
"Of course we can! Love, love!" Tony hugs Jay's leg.
"Get off of my leg, Romo!" Jay shakes Tony off of his leg, causing the Cowboys' quarterback to go flying into the house, skidding on the wooden floor on his back and crashing into the back of the sofa.
Everyone stops doing what they were doing and looks down at Tony.
"Cookies be done in fün--fifteen minutes!" Thomas reports randomly, stumbling with his English.
"We'll try another way to get him happy," Sidney tells Romo from the entrance. "Maybe with cookies."
Jay enters the house. "I hate cookies."
Thomas gasps, clutching his chest with both hands as his chef almost slips off from his head. He was able to hear what Jay said because the kitchen is right next to the entrance. "Das tut weh...schlecht!" (That hurts...badly!)
"Whatever you said there, chef," Jay walks off.
Sidney closes the door. "Don't listen to him--he's in a baaaaad mood. But I like cookies!"
Thomas smiles. "Danke." He goes back to baking. (Thank you.)
Sidney looks behind him, seeing Jay sitting in the corner that is behind the door with his back facing the party. "Hmmm... We gotta do something about this!" He thinks for a moment. "Ah ha!" He runs across the room, over to the closet, which is next to the kitchen and pulls out his iPad. He rushes over to the TV. "Okay guys, listen up!"
Everyone looks at Sidney, except for Thomas, who is craning his head to aside so that his ear can be 'up.'
"We are going to watch holiday videos!"
Everyone cheers, except for Jay, of course.
"Okay, first one: the Penguins'!" Sidney loads the Penguins' holiday video up on YouTube and turns on the Apple TV, mirroring his iPad on the TV so that everyone can watch it.
Sidney walks over to Jay. "Watch it, Jay--you'll love it!"
"I hate holiday videos," he grumbles.
"Uhh...bad things happen in it...!"
"Really?" Jay turns around and beings to watch.
After it finishes, it everyone is confused; Sidney comes up next to the TV again.
"Ooo, I like: Bingo!" Thomas says, imitating Evgeni Malkin.
"I'm glad you liked Geno's part," Sidney tells him. He turns to the rest of the guests. "How did you guys like it?"
"That was an absolute fiasco," John comments.
"Uhhh...thank you!"
"You're not suppose to be jocund after receiving that input."
"Uhhh..."
"Everyone has a puerile cognizance nowadays," John mutters.
"Okay...any other thoughts?"
"Why ya need pain killers?" Buster asks.
"Because families can be a pain..." Sidney nods his head.
"I get it...I totally get it...like those Yo Mamma jokes!" Chris says, nudging Bryce with his elbow.
Bryce looks at him annoyingly.
"What was the point of the video?" Jonna asks.
"It was a trailer about a Christmas movie, but it shows the reality of how a Christmas dinner is like with family," Sidney answers.
"I like how that's reality..." Jay smirks.
"Finally, a happy comment!" Sidney exclaims, pointing to Jay.
"No." Jay goes back frowning. "Send me the link of that video."
"I'll later." Sidney smiles. "Now here's another holiday video that's everyone's favourite, showing the hit single of the San Jose Sharks..." Sidney pulls up the next video.
Antti blinks for a moment. "Wait, what about the Sharks?"
"...Holiday Sweater!"
"No, Sid, no, don't-oh!" Antti just drops his head on Jonna's shoulder.
"Oh Antti, it's the best video you guys have ever done!"
"It's humiliating..."
"No, you mistaking a cactus for a mistletoe is humiliating."
"That...was also awfully humiliating..."
"Sit up straight, you worked hard on this video, saying 'Anaheim' in the perfect rapper voice. Now watch it!"
Antti sighs and sits up. "Okay."
And the video starts and when it ended, everyone loved it.
"That was awesome!" Buster shouts.
"Holiday sweater, holiday sweater!" Thomas sings quickly.
"Gah-lee, us Chargers should do something like that!" Philip exclaims.
"That was very ludicrous, yet entertaining at the same time," John says with a sophisticated look.
Everyone else gives positive comments on the Holiday Sweater video.
"See? Everyone likes the video!" Jonna tells Antti.
"Yea, I guess..."
"Hey!" Chris shouts at Antti. "Was that you with the keyboard guitar and the only line which was, 'Anaheim'?"
"Uh, yea that was me."
"Oh man, you looked so funny--everyone did!" Chris begins to laugh, showing the chewing tobacco in his mouth. "Goodness, whata team!"
Antti sighs. "Baseball players..."
Sidney looks at Jay, who has that frown still. "Did you like the video?"
"Meh...too happy," he kvetches.
"Hmmm..." Sidney scratches his head while walking over to the football player. "You were not happy when you arrived here, but you were happy at my terrible holiday video, but you were not happy again when you watched Antti's happy video. So do bad things make you happy?"
"Hm." Jay shrugs. "I dunno."
"But we gotta make you happy! What is a bad thing?"
"I lost."
"That makes you happy?"
"I hate it when I lose."
"Hmmm...is that why you're not happy?"
Tony walks up to Jay. "Be happy, not sad."
"You're happy because you won. But I lost."
"Uhhh, well, um, remember I lost two months ago?"
"You lost two months ago..." Jay's eyes light up. "That's right, you did lose before!" He jumps to his feet. "You lost!"
"And you won two months ago, remember?" Tony asks.
"That's right, I remember that win! Oh man, this is the happiest day of my life because Romo lost before and I won before! Yes!" Jay pumps his fist in the air with a huge smile.
Everyone turns around, seeing the rare side of Jay.
"Well...someone's awfully happy," Tom points out. "This is the first time I've seen him like this. What about if I tell him a 'Yo Mamma' joke?"
"Tell me what, Brady?" Jay asks. "You can't tell me anything because you lost before and I won before, so beat that!"
The Patriots' quarterback begins to mutter, "I really want to tell him that us Patriots are waaaaay better than the Bears, but I just don't want this moment of the happiness of Jay to go away." He shakes his head.
"See? Now you're happy!" Sidney claps happily.
"Oh yea, it feels good to be happy..." Jay tells the Penguin, nodding his head.
"Oh, so viel Glück... Und Glück braucht immer...Cookies!" Thomas places a tray of white, powdery cookies onto the counter. (Oh, so much happiness... And happiness always needs...cookies!)
Everyone stops talking and looks at him oddly.
Thomas flashes an embarrassed look. "Cookies ready."
"YAY!!!" Everyone huddles around the countertop and begins serving themselves the fresh German cookies that Thomas has made.
And everyone continued to have a merry, happy time at this Christmas party, finding out that different things make people happy and Christmas Day is the day to spread happiness and smiles to everyone.
And like what Sidney would say, "And now we can all be happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy, and happy..."

The End.




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Comments

@A Shruinger sure no problem

Brooke_Seguin Brooke_Seguin
10/21/17

@brooke_malkin
Thank you :)

A Shruinger A Shruinger
10/21/17

@A Shruinger ok I understand


Brooke_Seguin Brooke_Seguin
10/21/17

@brooke_malkin
I'm sorry, but:

"If you were looking for a romance story of you and your favourite hockey player, you have come to the wrong place." -copied and pasted from my profile

Look at the description of "AAOOOSC! Mini Stories!" for more information regarding what type of requests I accept if you'd like.

I do recommend Tumblr, Wattpad, or other romantic-themed one-shot collections on this site to request on. :)

A Shruinger A Shruinger
10/18/17

could you do guy: Jake Guentzel name: Brooke matoic type of imagine: smut jake and I just got back from celebrating winning the Stanley Cup and he thinks I was flirting with Olli Maatta and Jakes gets jealous and after we get home this big huge fight breaks out between me and jake he says that he should have listened to PK Subban and leave me and I told him that he probably should have and then I mumbled under my breath that I bet Olli could do a lot better when it comes to sex unlike jake and he hears me now he's far beyond pissed off he tells me to repeat myself but he knows what I said I repeat myself and then he tells me he's going to prove that he can do better because he needs to set me straight.

Brooke_Seguin Brooke_Seguin
10/18/17