’ Peyton pulled on her bounds, she kind of knew it was in vain but still she had to try, maybe she could get something to snap or break. He put a...hand on her tummy and pushed her back in bed. ‘Don’t start now.’ He said. ‘It’s not realistic.’ ‘What are you talking about?’ Peyton said. ‘What do you mean not realistic.’ ‘You’re putting on a show.’ He said. ‘No I’m not. I just want to get out, get away from here.’ He pouted his lips and made a clacking sound with his tongue. ‘Doubt. She grinned, pleased by the thought of getting ‘dirty’. “Because, I like smelling good.” I stopped her and gave her an incredulous look, “Are you serious?” She pursed her lips in an effort not to smile, but couldn’t hold it, “Shut up.” We burst into a fit of giggles as she pulled me into her building and signed me in. She lived on the fourth floor, something I bitched about nonstop. “Stop being such a baby,” she admonished for the hundredth time, as she opened her door. The lights were. I Came out of the bathroom in surprise. “What!”I ran into my room to see a shirtless guy in Tripp pants and a bald head going through my dresser draws. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU! MAX CLOSE THE DOOR” I screamed. The guy turned around surprised and Max closed the door and stood in front of it. “Piss off.” The guy said turning back around to look in my drawers. “The fuck you say?” I asked running at the guy turning him around and pulling the knife I bought out of my pants and opening it in front of. "Well if it wasn't Johnny then who had you squirming in your seat. Someone had you all hot and..." I put a hand on Amy's elbow and turned her toward me. "Please not Orlando." Orlando Bloom is a very good actor I'll have you know."I leaned in close. "I've heard he's a gay as they come - total flamer."She tilted her head a bit and shook it slightly; her classic response that meant "Why do you have to be such an asshole sometimes."Hours later I collapsed across Amy and rolled onto my back. "Very.