@Duh: Probably, but not right at the moment. I have a five page paper to type. D:
Though I might have a new pair later when I'm done with my paper.
Though I might have a new pair later when I'm done with my paper.

Foxanna wrote:D'awwwww, thanks! ^u^ I'll get to it... Well, when I get time.I have plenty things to do, school is done soon... And by the way, if you can't understand something in the story, it's because in Croatia there are things no other country really does.
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Ƨʋяяɛи∂ɛя Ƭσ Ɖɛƨιяɛ wrote:
Raschundo{m}
Chesa{f}XxX
"Baby, c'mon! You know I was joking!" I murmured drunkly, moving over in the direction of the lovely snow-white wolf. We were just teenagers, but madly in love. I had made a stupid comment after having a drink or two, and now she was angry.
"Raschundo." Chesa groaned unhappily.
I frowned. She never used my full name unless she was disappointed, angry, or annoyed. Right now I guessed it was a mixture of all three. I held out my arms, embracing her while trying not to spill my drink on her. Girls didn't like it when you did that; I had learned the hard way, which concluded with a slap across the face directed at me.
"No. You know, I hate you when you're drunk. I just... I just hate it." Chesa growled, pushing me away. Her eyes were glossy, seemingly teared up. I couldn't tell much, seeing as my vision was slightly blurred anyways. "You always act like an idiot and so do your friends! I hate being around you when you're like this."
I rolled my eyes, dizzily setting the drink down. I wasn't sure where, but whatever. "Don't be like this. Please." I stepped back, trying to catch her eyes. I couldn't. I hated the look in them, the way she was so disappointed in me. I'd promised I wouldn't get drunk again, but we were invited to a party. What was I supposed to do? Stand back and drink fruit juice? Yeah, that was very unlikely. One could say I was easily influenced by my friends. Either that or I was just super irresponsible. I'd figure out once I sobered up, I supposed. "You know I hate it when you're mad at me." I pouted playfully, in attempts to make her laugh. It didn't work.
"I hate it when I can't even make decent conversation with you! You get so stupid at these parties. Last time you almost got yourself killed. It almost gave me a heart attack, Rasch. Please, can we just leave?" Chesa pleaded, her icy blue eyes boring into mine. How could I say no?
I sighed, pulling the keys out of my pocket. "Fine. Let's go." I murmured, blinking and reaching for my drink. Chesa stopped me, glaring. I shrugged. "What?"
"Rasch, you're drunk. Give me the keys."
"Nah, I'm fine. Seriously." I said, glancing around to remember where the door was.
"Raschundo. You can't drive. Give me the keys." Chesa insisted pleadingly.
I rolled my eyes. "You gotta trust me, babe." I muttered, running into the door before realizing I hadn't opened it.
After getting an 'I-told-you-so' look from Chesa, I managed to get out and down the steps with only a few stumbles and no out-right falls. In my gold Camaro, I was attempted to put the keys in the ignition, though I kept missing. I couldn't see straight, but I somehow found that driving would be perfectly fine.
Chesa glanced at me anxiously. "Raschundo, you can't drive." she murmured, grabbing onto my arm. I shook her grip off. "Please just switch me seats and give me the keys. Please, Rasch." she begged, tears coming to her eyes.
Yes, she was genuinely scared. Too bad I couldn't tell in my delusional state. I merely shook my head. "You worry too much." I said carelessly. I then started the car and began driving, swerving a bit, but trying not to for Chesa's sake. I knew she loved it when I revved the engine. So I did. I wheeled around a corner, picking up speed. Taking another sharp turn, a set of headlights flashed me in the eyes, before the crunching of metal and screams wretched through the night air. When I returned to conciousness, my forehead was bleeding. A large piece of shattered glass wedged itself into my head, though far from my brain, luckily. Blood dripped down my face as I lifted my head off the steering wheel, glancing around.
What I saw now horrified me. Chesa's face was bloody, her eyes glossy. Her mouth hung open in a screaming gap, though no noise came out. Her chest still rose and fell, but her breaths were ragged and shuddery. I leaned over to her. Neither of us had been wearing seatbelts, and her head lie against the dash board, eyes unmoving. "Chesa? Oh my God, are you okay?!" I shook her gently, pulling her lips to mine for CPR. When I pulled away, my breathing sped like a race horse, while hers slowed to a dangerously fading rate. "Call 9-1-1!" I screamed out my shattered window. The race to the hospital was a blur, with engines roaring and blue and red lights flashing, and echous sirens blaring.
"Mr. Emiriez?" the doctor called out. I stood. He walked over to me, white jacket stained a tinted red. I shoved my hands in my pockets, glancing down nervously. "I'm so sorry."
((Dedicated to my cousin, who was killed in a drunk driving accident when her drunk boyfriend insisted on driving. Miss you and love you, cous <3))
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