"Hey guys, this my official channel. Yadda yadda yadda, here is my cover."
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
If you know this song, I love you!
"Uh, thank you guys, my father actually said I made it sound creepy. Well, see you guys next time..Bye!" I turned of the camera and started editing it to my computer.
"Hello beautiful." I smiled and looked up to see Ethan with a cup in his hand. "What's in there?" I tried to grab it, but that didn't go as planned. We ended up crashing down to the floor, the and may I say hot liquid burned the shit out of us. "Is that tea?" He nodded and looked at my red arm. Picking me up, he ran to the kitchen.
"It was for you." He said while kissing my head.
He cleaned up the mess, which was a broken mug.
"Aww, well thank you." He handed me a new one. I smiled and pecked his cheeks.
"Did you edit your video yet?" He grabbed my laptop. Glancing at my camera I shook my head no.
"There's really nothing to edit." I sipped my mug and leaned towards his lap. With my head on his chest and my feet on top of his, he laid a blanket on top of us.
Kissing my head, I heard him play the video.
After it was done, he whispered in my ear, "That was beautiful, love." Grinning, I took of the blanket and ran to the kitchen.
"Hal what are you doing?" Taking a few eggs, flour, cake mix- did I ,mention I was about to bake a cake?
"Let's bake a cake."
Throughout the whole experience, it was safe to say that we are lazy.
After three minutes of mixing the boil I got tired.
When the cake was ready, neither of us wanted to get off the couch. I had to pinch Ethan to get up and get it. Ha I win.
"You know you're mean right?"
"But you don't like it, you love it love it love it oh oh." I singed. He gave me a a look and continued frosting the cake.
Keeping kind we did three cakes, in total. I did two and he's still doing the last one.
"Babe how long does it take for you to frost a cake. Hell an old women can frost faster than that." He pouted and turned away. "This cake will be perfect." He said sternly. After a moment in silence, we busted out laughing.
I can never take him serious.
I know this is short..IM SORRY! Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and- anyways, 5. Almost 8K!
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