I’m too deep in the hell to even try and make an escape. So in commemoration of me falling into Pewey hell, a trashy Pewey fic, while I simultaenously work on Girl Meets Girl.
You’re welcome T_T
Ruggedly handsome was an understatement, but he sure was
uniquely attractive in her eyes. A round face, short deep brown hair and a tall
but slim stature, she liked that in a guy.
She never would have possibly knew
this guy existed if she had not signed up for the debate team on campus, but
here she was, sitting amongst a few other eager students who were listening to
one of Bill’s long lectures about diplomacy.
stood tall at the podium, dress in a pale blue blazer with navy slacks, black
shoes and a maroon tie around his neck. He spoke with confidence, and mostly
with his hands when he got to the serious stuff. None of it was pointless, it
was all fact, and Pearl enjoyed that, she was a stickler for that kind of
rose his arms, the crowd of students would erupt in fits of cheer and applause,
and when he brought them back down, they were quiet once again. It was like he
was a conductor, and the audience his orchestra, he had them under his control.
Someone help me T_T