Howdy!

Howdy!

Hello guys! So, if you're here, you're probably here because I sent you. Because you've been reading My Perfect Boyfriend; or you've just happened upon this place by accident, in which case, please stay for some tea&cookies and a little bit of my story!

I'll be posting new additions to the story and stuff that I've already written. Also, some cool new tidbits that have to do with the story. Basically, this blog is all about MPB. I hope you guys enjoy! Make sure you scroll to the bottom/ find the first post if you want the beginning, because the latest posts will always be at the top. And don't try to read ahead: too many spoilers!

This story is full of plot twists and character development, which are my 2 favorite things to write about. So if in the beginning you roll your eyes and x it out, you may just be missing out on some cool action; because it's supposed to annoy you at first!

So sit back, relax, and read!

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Chapter 2D



It was then that the woman moved. She was still alive? I sighed with relief and relaxed a little. She'd only been shot in the thigh or the foot or something. These guys weren't killers. I slowly reached in my back pocket for my phone, only to realize I'd left it at the estate.
I wiped the tears from my face instead.
"That hurt." The man with the gun wiped blood from his face as I wiped tears.
I said nothing, my whole body shaking, goose bumps covering my flawless tanned skin. God, what would I do when they let me go? Obviously mystery guy would no longer be mine and-
"Tie her up," The gunman said quietly.
"What?!" I shreaked.
"We'll take her to the boss."

The boss??! This was like a horror movie. A really bad horror movie that I would laugh at with my popular friends and eat low fat Skinny Cows during.
I couldn't say anything, I was like, wayyy too scared. Suddenly I felt really, really cold, too. Like ice cold. More goosebumps. I was freezing. Why didn't I bring my Juicy sweatshirt? Ugh.
As soon as I was tied up, they proceeded to force me across the room to the door. One guy held a sack, probably filled with money and jewels. The other guy clenched my arm. I kicked the sack, kicked at the other guy.
"What the f-" He began to say, then thought better of it and pretended I didn't kick him at all. The sack fell out of his hands and onto the floor. He grudgingly picked it up.
"She's a fighter,ain't she?" The gunman said.

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