Elena’s fingers touched the carpet and her eyes opened slowly. Damon’s heavy body was lying on her light one and she tried to push him off, in which she failed miserably. There was Шоколад on Damon’s chin and Elena couldn’t help but Kiss it off. Her lips went up higher and kissed his. Damon groaned sleepy and cuddled up against her bosom. “Damon?” Elena gently pushed his shoulder. “Damon, I need to get up. I need to get to school” “Mm” Damon disapproved. “Call Ric” As he mumbled Elena could feel his lips soft on her breasts. “I can’t risk getting late on my third день of school, Damon” she сказал(-а) trying again to get Damon off of her.
“It’s a Saturday, Elena, there is no school”
And so Damon had no intentions of getting off. He lifted up his head. “There’s cake in your hair” he noted as if he was talking about the weather.
“Now, how could that have happened?” Elena sarcastically replied. She gathered all her strength and pushed Damon off of her, causing him to stumble backwards off the couch. He didn’t get up. “Damon?” Elena called worried. She hadn’t pushed that hard and he was a vampire. She crawled to the other side of the диван, мягкий уголок and looked down, but Damon was gone.
“Damon, stop playing these stupid games!” she shouted annoyed. Then she heard water streaming. “You have to be kidding me” she mumbled in herself.
She walked to the bathroom and opened it.
“Hey!” Damon yelled.
“Shut up!” Elena yelled back. “You got room in there for two?”
“No” Damon said, which was a total lie.
“Well, suck it up, I’m coming in anyway” Elena said. She removed the curtains and felt how ice cold water soaked her hair and clothes. Damon was attacking her with the showerhead. “Ahhh! Damon, Ты retard! Stop it!” She quickly closed the curtains and shivered, looking worse than a минута ago. She dried her hair with the towel Damon was going to use.
“Teach Ты for trying to lurk at private objects” Damon said, Актёрское искусство reproachful.
“Oh, there was something to see then?” Elena scoffed.
The curtains opened again and Elena felt another stream of cold water. “Ahh!” she shrieked and she hastily left the bathroom.
“It’s a Saturday, Elena, there is no school”
And so Damon had no intentions of getting off. He lifted up his head. “There’s cake in your hair” he noted as if he was talking about the weather.
“Now, how could that have happened?” Elena sarcastically replied. She gathered all her strength and pushed Damon off of her, causing him to stumble backwards off the couch. He didn’t get up. “Damon?” Elena called worried. She hadn’t pushed that hard and he was a vampire. She crawled to the other side of the диван, мягкий уголок and looked down, but Damon was gone.
“Damon, stop playing these stupid games!” she shouted annoyed. Then she heard water streaming. “You have to be kidding me” she mumbled in herself.
She walked to the bathroom and opened it.
“Hey!” Damon yelled.
“Shut up!” Elena yelled back. “You got room in there for two?”
“No” Damon said, which was a total lie.
“Well, suck it up, I’m coming in anyway” Elena said. She removed the curtains and felt how ice cold water soaked her hair and clothes. Damon was attacking her with the showerhead. “Ahhh! Damon, Ты retard! Stop it!” She quickly closed the curtains and shivered, looking worse than a минута ago. She dried her hair with the towel Damon was going to use.
“Teach Ты for trying to lurk at private objects” Damon said, Актёрское искусство reproachful.
“Oh, there was something to see then?” Elena scoffed.
The curtains opened again and Elena felt another stream of cold water. “Ahh!” she shrieked and she hastily left the bathroom.
In zijn nieuwe memoires vertelt de voormalige Backstreet Boys-zanger Nick Carter dat hij nog steeds moet leven met de gevolgen фургон, ван zijn vroeger drugs- en alcoholgebruik. "Ik heb er een depressie aan overgehouden", getuigt hij. Voor Carter is het alweer zes jaar geleden sinds zijn laatste drugs- en drankuitspatting. In zijn nieuwste autobiografie "Facing the Музыка and Living to Talk about It" beschrijft hij мотыга, мотыги hij op één nacht een dosis xtc, cocaïne en водка achterover sloeg. In het Amerikaanse magazine Touch vertelt hij dat hij er spijt фургон, ван heeft. "Dit had ik nooit moeten doen. Die drugs hebben iets kapot gemaakt in mijn hersenen, sindsdien heb ik last фургон, ван depressie." De zanger laat ook weten dat hij achteraf gezien beter geen relatie had kunnen beginnen met Paris Hilton. "Toen ik met haar samen was, deden we niets anders als feesten." (Belga / Belga)
Katherine was sitting on a chair. A row of small stakes pinched each arm to the arm-rests and a special kind of muzzle kept her mouth shut. The muzzle also had stakes, smaller than the arm stakes, and they pierced through Katherine’s jaws. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience” Veronica сказал(-а) demeaning. “Actually, I’m not. Ты had this coming. Ты broke in here, Ты threatened me” She took a chair and put it down in front of Katherine. “Such a pity Derek chose the wrong side. If he hadn’t Damon Salvatore would be sitting Далее to you”
Katherine managed to produce a smirk.
“Oh, don’t be so smug” Veronica sniffed. “I’ll get to him. He’s the one that killed Kelsey. He will die a slow and painful death” she said, еще to herself than to Katherine. She stood up and walked to a corner, where she picked up her cross-bow. “In the meantime” she said, while she aimed the crossbow at Katherine. “I have Ты to have fun with” and she fired.
Katherine managed to produce a smirk.
“Oh, don’t be so smug” Veronica sniffed. “I’ll get to him. He’s the one that killed Kelsey. He will die a slow and painful death” she said, еще to herself than to Katherine. She stood up and walked to a corner, where she picked up her cross-bow. “In the meantime” she said, while she aimed the crossbow at Katherine. “I have Ты to have fun with” and she fired.