53. Keeping a Secret
He frowned. “No.”
“Aw, but you must have a secret of some sort!” she pleaded.
“You, keeping a secret? You’ll blabber it all out anyway.”
“But I can! Please?” She pouted, giving the puppy-in-the-rain look.
After a while, he seemed to give in. He motioned her closer and whispered in her ear; “…I’m a homosexual.”
Immediately she looked incredulous. “REALLY?!”
“No, I was joking, you douche.” And before she could scream, he continued, “I know I can’t entrust secrets with you anyway.”
Then she grinned evilly.
“…What?”
“I saw you sleeping with Teddy-bear yesterday…” She ran off, cackling.
…Oh f*ck. “Come back!!”
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