❝It's time to let love overwhelm me.❞
Dark Brown hair, a cute face, and eyes that pierce through your heart. Ivan John Anderson had it all. Except love. He always felt that a part of him was missing, a void that nothing or no one can ever fill.
Haze...
drapetomania. (n.)an overwhelming urge to run away.
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"No like seriously. Out of all the places you brought me here?" I dramatically yelled. "It's a bowling center cupcake." Dylan protested, trying to sound like Ivan which he failed miserably. "No shit sherlock. I can see that." "So why are you frowning." Ivan asked, his face filled with concern making ny heart burst out of happiness.
Atleast he cared.
"I am really bad at it. Like really really bad." I whispered into Ivan's ear with a pout. Ivan's face suddenly heated up making my eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. "Why are you blushing?" I asked. "Nothing." He dismissed me making me pout even more but I still decided to leave the topic there. "If you want we can play together. I am good at it. Like really really good." He offered making me giggle.
Giggle? Seriously get a leash.
After alot of protests Ryder was the one who paid. Rich parents.
After getting the shoes we all entered the place, Ivan linking his arms with mine.
"How do we do this?" I whispered slowly so that only Ivan could hear. "Do you trust me?" Ivan's tone suddenly turned serious making me bite my already chapped lips. "Can I trust you?" I asked back, the same level of sincerity in my voice. "Yeah." "Then yes. I do trust you." Ivan smiled at my response and linked our arms, again. I smiled back and didn't protest his little touches.
Ivan took the ball in his hand, bending down a little giving me a full show of his beautiful juicy ass.
What? I am a butt person okay?
Ivan bend down positioning himself before swinging the ball effortlessly.
Strike.
"How did you do that?" I raised my hands up in the air. "Practice cupcake practice." I pouted, "I don't wanna do this." "Come on you'll fine." He consoled me wrapping a hand around my shoulder.
Just as I thought my throws were a shit show. Dylan and Neel wouldn't stop laughing while Ryder just continued taunting me. Ivan was trying his best not laugh but was failing miserably. In conclusion, only Mark was the decent person in their group who didn't laugh at me.
Well later I found out the reason he wasn't laughing was because he was shit at it too. Maybe sightly better than me, but still shit.
"I can't do this anymore." I cried out loud in embarassment after my numerous amount of failed throws.
"Okay guys I think it's time for us to head back. We have to pick up Natasha from the daycare too." Ivan said to which I nodded vigorously.
