Physically.’ She said. ‘And you…’ I trailed off. ‘Scarlet, you’re beautiful. Truly. I mean, you were before, all covered in mud and pickin... up bugs. But, it’s different now. More you.’ I nudged her knee gently with my knuckles. This time, there was no denying the blush, and I stared wondrously. ‘You’ve been called beautiful numerous times before, Scar…’ She nodded and looked away. The blush was still there. ‘Never by the one person who I wanted to…’ This time, I really was stunned. Because I. My stomach flipped and I started to get a little nervous. Shit he was already on his way! I got home from work and did what he had told me to do, put on a short denim skirt that barely covered my tight ass and a tight black cami with no underwear. My 32D boobs were perky and looked awesome in a cami with no bra, my nipples were hard and showed through the thin material easily. I quickly scraped my long think platinum blonde hair back into a messy pony tail, sprayed a quick squirt of my. Pattie, I’m Tyler.” He flashed her a big smile, but not the same one he gave me... What did that mean? “So, you’re Justin’s new buddy, huh?” Scooter commented snidely. “I suppose so, Mr. Braun.” Tyler said, keeping his cool. See, Scooter never really like extra people tagging along. That’s one of the main reasons I never had any friends on tour. He said they’d “get in the way. Distract me.” At this point, I took hold of Tyler’s upper arm and started to pull him away saying, “Alright, let’s. "So I ask Diamondmouth, 'Suppose the bitch knows what she's got ain't much, 'en says you full 'a shit?"'"What you expect the bitch to say?" Diamondmouth say to me, bringin' his face real close to mine. 'Less she's a sorry fool, so ... so what you do, you eat her. You eat it, 'en make like it's tasty. You act shy 'en humble in the face of such misguided self-abnegation." Self what?" Bitch says to me."Abnegation. You the reporter, don't you know the word?" I emphasize this by jabbing my finger.