#dude i just saw how big a real mosquito is for the first time today and they are terrifying
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surveyss 025.
1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?
ummm, at one point I thought we would be together hahaha. I donno.
2. You talked to an ex today, correct?
No
3. Have you taken someones virginity?
Nooooooo
4. Is trust a big issue for you?
It is. I have been working on being more trusting and then stuff happened that blew my trust entirely. I’m trying to remember that other people don’t need to suffer for things they did not do. I don’t want to be distrusting of everyone. I just need to figure out what I’m doing wrong.
5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?
no.
6. What are you excited for?
this weekend will be nice
7. What happened tonight?
It’s not night time yet.
8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?
why would it be only disgusting for girls?
9. Is confidence cute?
confidence is great.
10. What is the last beverage you had?
diet coke
11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?
at the moment, none. thats a shame, I know.
12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?
Yes.
13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?
party!!!!
14. What are you going to spend money on next?
stuff for tomorrow’s trip
15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?
heck no
16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?
absolutely.
17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?
I don’t. I used to tell Kile all the things, but we don’t talk anymore. I know that eventually both of us will find new people to talk to, but I think it’s just a little raw for that ... at least for me right now. Perhaps he is sharing his life with other people already, I wouldn’t know.
18. The last time you felt broken?
currently. But I’m trying to mend.
19. Have you had sex today?
No.
20. Are you starting to realize anything?
yeah
21. Are you in a good mood?
I’m ok. I mean, I’m not entirely, but I’m ok.
22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?
why does this keep coming up?
23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?
same color family yes, but not the same shade
24. What do you want right this second?
a really strong thunderstorm. Not gonna happen, but a girl can dream.
25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?
I think it’s possible he could be. I just try not to think about it. I wouldn’t say anything.. he’s allowed to do what he wants to do. He doesn’t belong to me :\
26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?
Yeah
27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?
I have but that is nottttttt what I like. I prefer to laugh.
28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?
mario... orrrrr perhaps the gentleman at the arboretum who was telling me that there was a mosquito problem. NO JOKE DUDE.
29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?
kile andrew. i hate being without him.
30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?
I think it’s important that we offer grace.
31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?
I’m indifferent. I really don’t know him all that well.
32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?
He does, but I don’t think he feels that he can do anything about it. Which is so far from the truth, but I understand we see things differently.
33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?
I only drink diet sodas and I’m starting to do more water in preparation for hard 75
34. Listening to?
piano
35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?
I did earlier for some puzzles I just bought, but man it annoys me.
36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?
I don’t.
37. Do you believe in love at first sight?
I believe we can get gut instincts that someone is just... going to be someone we fall for.
38. Who did you last call?
savers
39. Who was the last person you danced with?
myself in the car today
40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?
He was my boyfriend at the time. He was a great kisser.
41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?
Its been a real long time. Hard to find GF cupcakes.
42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?
No
43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?
Of course. tis what I do lol
44. Do you tan in the nude?
No. I would consider it if I had land that wasn’t viewable by neighbors
45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?
Not anything I concern myself with.
46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?
Just about. I think we got off zoom at like 12ish and I fell asleep shortly after.
47. Who was the last person to call you?
My brother
48. Do you sing in the shower?
oh heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeck yes.
49. Do you dance in the car?
oh heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeck yes.
50. Ever used a bow and arrow?
I have! not too shabby at it.
51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?
when I was a child... like 2 years old. maybe younger.
52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?
I do.
53. Is Christmas stressful?
no, it is everything beautiful and good. people tend to find the stressful bits of any situation and amplify it to self sabotage a good thing.
54. Ever eat a pierogi?
yup
55. Favorite type of fruit pie?
pumpkin
56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?
missionary, work in an orphanage, vet, mechanic.
57. Do you think someone is thinking about you?
part of me selfishly hopes so. The other part of me doesn’t want him to fixate on things if it stresses him out.
58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?
YES!
59. Take a vitamin daily?
I got out of the habit but I need to get back into it.
60. Wear slippers?
oh frick yeah
61. Wear a bath robe?
No. I always think maybe I’ll learn to do so, but I don’t like the feeling of being in lazy pajamas all day long. When I was a kid, my mom and sister would wear their bathrobes all morning long and then that meant that when we would need to go somewhere, they would still need 1-2 hours. It drove me nuts.
62. What do you wear to bed?
sometimes shorts and a tee, sometimes a tee, sometimes a tank, sometimes nothin. it just depends.
63. First concert?
country thunder
64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?
Target
65. Nike or Adidas?
no preference
66. Cheetos Or Fritos?
Cheetos.
67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?
peanuts
68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?
I’d lie
69. Ever take dance lessons?
Yeah.
70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?
I always envisioned a helper position (firefighter, police, medical, etc)
71. Can you curl your tongue?
Yes.
72. Ever won a spelling bee?
yea
73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?
Yes.
74. What is your favorite book?
pride & prejudice
75. Do you study better with or without music?
With.
76. Regularly burn incense?
nooooo.
77. Ever been in love?
I sure have
78. Who would you like to see in concert?
probably anyone at this point lol
79. What was the last concert you saw?
uhhhh a bunch of performers at lollapalooza
80. Hot tea or cold tea?
peach iced tea thx
81. Tea or coffee?
tea
82. Favorite type of cookie?
Chocolate chip.
83. Can you swim well?
I can hold my own, but I’m no phelps
84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?
Yes.
85. Are you patient?
typically very
86. DJ or band, at a wedding?
I think the idea of a band is dreamy, but I couldn’t afford that.
87. Ever won a contest?
yes! scripture memorizing, dance dance revolution, a guessing game,
88. Ever have plastic surgery?
have I? no.
89. Which are better black or green olives?
no olives. BLEgH
90. Opinions on sex before marriage?
I totally respect that some people really love that. It’s not for me.
91. Best room for a fireplace?
Living room AND bedroom
92. Do you want to get married?
Of course.
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Bless Your Heart-Part 1
A/N: This was written for @deanjensengirlmaggie’s strange pairings challenge. It’s my first attempt at fan fiction, and it got a little out of control, but I was having so much fun that I just decided to roll with it. Since I have to break it into two parts, I decided to steal another quote from her list of prompt choices and use one in each half. I really hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: Language and some explicit content (sexy but not full blown smutty)
“Dude, what the hell are we doing here? I’m gonna to get carried off by these pterodactyls,” Dean complained as he doused himself in another layer of Off Deep Woods.
“Man, quit being a whimp. I can’t believe you are even complaining. We are somewhere tropical for a change. It’s not cold. It’s not the end of the world. Just a regular case in a beautiful country. If a few mosquitoes are the worst we have to deal with, I’ll take it,” Sam countered.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that shit. I get it, Sammy. Still don’t want to get Zika though.” Dean glanced around at his immediate surroundings and he had to admit, though he’d never say it out loud, Sam had a point. Belize was something else. Better than their normal gig, that was for sure. Waves beat against the reef that stretched under the crystal-clear water right off the coast of Ambergris Caye and a nice breeze carried the smell of salt right to the boys’ noses and almost made them forget why they even came. Maybe they could spend a few days and eat some salbutes, catch a few fish, and throw back a few beers with Eliazar and a couple other locals.
“Tell me again what E said about these missing fellas on the island,” Dean said at about the same time a tourist in a neon pink golf cart nearly plowed him down in the middle of Front Street.
“Hey watch it dickhead!” Sam shouted as he grabbed his stunned older brother by the elbow and dragged him the rest of the way across the road. “Okay, all E told me is that several men on the island have gone missing in the last week or so. They believe they found the remains of one of the guys but they don’t have the results back from the lab yet.”
“Well I mean, couldn’t a shark or a crocodile or something have eaten them? Are we sure that this is our thing? There’s a lot of shit on this island that could take a hunk out of a man’s ass. I’d much rather swig some local rum, and ���” Dean’s voice trailed off as he got distracted by a bikini clad group of twenty somethings drunkenly strutting their way. Sam followed Dean’s gaze and slapped him in the chest with the back of his hand. “What?! I’m appreciating the scenery man!”
With a roll of his eyes, Sam answered, “Yeah well if you are done, I’ll answer your original question. It’s our thing, trust me. It’s Lobster Fest time. A lot of the vics are tourists. Bad for business, and E is worried. He said the one body they found had hundreds of holes all the way through it and looked like it had been something’s appetizer.”
Dean considered that info for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and said, “Okay, so where do we start?”
“The usual. Visit the morgue, talk to the police, see if he had any traveling buddies. We will have to start in the morning though. Everything is closed for the day,” Sam replied.
“Okay cool, then I’m fixing to go to town on one of these bacon wrapped hot dogs.”
“I mention dead, hole riddled bodies and you think of bacon?! You’ve got problems man.”
“No Sammy, you’ve got problems if you can smell that deliciousness and your mouth doesn’t water.” Dean held up two fingers to the lady behind the table, and she started preparing his meal as he looked on with pure happiness.
Sam shook his head and sat on one of the brightly colored concrete benches in the local park, knowing better than to come between his brother and whatever food he was fixing to shove down his throat. He watched as a few local kids played on a giant sculpture of a sea turtle in the middle of the area with the ocean rolling in the background and got so lost in thought that he jumped when a girl approached him to ask if he would take her picture with her friends. It took him a moment to realize they were the girls Dean had been eyeballing a few minutes earlier. “Sure thing. Glad to,” Sam answered as he took her phone and stood.
“Thanks. I really appreciate it. We’ve been laying out today and those dirty monkeys really got to us,” the tall, busty, short haired brunette replied. “It’s hard enough to get a good picture when you are sober, but it’s just too pretty here to not take the opportunity to document it, you know?”
“Yeah I do. Alright, just tell me when y’all are ready.” The girls shifted into position and nodded. “One, two…”
“Oh my god man you have to try this shit. This is the best damn hot dog I’ve ever put in my mouth,” Dean practically moaned as he approached with his mouth full of food. When he looked away from his food long enough to notice the girls, he quickly swallowed and attempted to recover some semblance of his cool guy attitude.
“Yeah well you should try a nasty monkey!” shouted the same girl that approached Sam about the picture.
“Umm, excuse me?” Dean asked as he looked toward Sam. Sam looked as confused as Dean knew he was and just shrugged his shoulders.
Another voice piped up then. “Good lord child, it’s a dirty banana. Not nasty monkey or dirty monkey…dirty banana…got it? I don’t know how many times we have to tell you.”
The first girl looked at the second and just blinked. Then she suddenly yelled, “Oh and don’t forget about panty rippers!” and thrust her fruity drink in the air.
Dean sidled up next to Sam and whispered, “Where the hell do they come up with these names? Panty ripper…really? If that doesn’t put all sorts of images in your head, I don’t know what will.”
“And you tell me I’m the one that doesn’t know how to have a good time. Now you are bitching about what the locals call their drinks?”
Dean put his hands up. “Nope, nope, not at all. Simply making an observation.”
“Damn it, Shel,” a third female voice swore laughingly. “You spilled your fucking panty ripper all over me, you hooker. Can we just take the stupid ass picture and leave these poor guys alone?”
“Oh yeah the picture! Definitely. Taylor, Y/N, come here!” the girl named “Shel” shouted. Dean finally got a good look at the third girl, the one with the sailor’s mouth, and when she smiled for the picture, he found himself smiling too. What the hell? He wiped his hand down his face to clear off the dumb ass look he knew must be on it. A freaking smitten horny teenager. In two seconds and with the flash of a smile, he was hooked. She was shorter than him by a good six inches, maybe more. Tan skin. Dark hair. Big brown eyes and dark long lashes. She was very fit but soft and curvy in all the right places and filling out that bikini top and those denim jeans shorts exactly the way he liked. Based on her build, accent, and ability to make her wonderfully colorful language still sound proper and sweet, he assumed she had to be from Texas or some other southern state.
Sam finished taking the picture and the girls walked over to approve of the photo. Once it earned their unanimous consent, Shel officially introduced herself and her friends to the boys. “I’m Shelby. This is Taylor and our chaperone here is Y/N. Are y’all just getting here? Don’t look too burnt yet.”
“Yeah. I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean. We are here for work actually but don’t start until the morning. We decided to do tourist thing for now.”
When Dean took Y/N’s hand in his, a buzz of excitement immediately ran through him. It was like electricity or some shit equally as corny. Her eyes widened slightly, his only hint there was a chance that she noticed too.
“Well lucky us. You came at the perfect time.“ Shelby took another pull off her Pantyripper. "Want us to show you some of the best bars on the island?”
Sam looked at Dean, who nodded, and then smiled and said a quick yes.
“Yay, okay we will hit Fido’s first.” Shelby grabbed his arm and they were off, Taylor following closely behind. Y/N was clearly the soberest of the bunch and paused and took a deep breath before loyalty and concern for her friends pushed her feet into motion.
Dean fell into step beside her and started the awkward small talk. “So where are yall from, Y/N?”
“Texas, can’t you tell?” she joked in an exaggerated southern drawl.
“I knew it. I knew you were from the south the instant you insulted your friend and made it sound like a compliment.”
Y/N laughed in agreement. “Yeah one of our specialties. Shel and I just give each other a hard time every chance we get. Hooker is a term of endearment to us. If you are interested, I can teach you…show you my ways.”
Dean thought of all HIS ways he’d like to teach HER, but opted for a simple answer instead. “Well I never really cared much about concealing my insults, but sure, teach away, Miyagi.”
“You’ve probably heard this before, but it’s so true. Just say ‘bless your heart’ after it. ‘Like she’s dumber than a box of rocks, bless her heart’ or ‘he only lasted about 15 seconds in bed, bless his heart’. Works like a charm.”
Dean threw his head back and laughed, enjoying that she was already comfortable enough to joke with him like this. “I call bullshit. There’s no way you can insult a man’s stamina and make it sound good. Guess I’m glad I never have to worry about that one.” He winked at her then and saw a faint blush creep up her tan cheeks. To her credit, she never missed a beat.
Y/N just rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Oh geez Louise. You are one of those guys.” Her voiced dripped with sarcasm and exaggerated disappointment. “I expected better from a country boy.“
“Alright fair enough. Forgive me darlin.” He clasped his hands together as he pleaded with her. She looked at him, making a show of considering her options and smiled and she huffed out an “I guess”. “Okay, for real, what makes you say I’m a country boy?”
She stopped and looked him up and down. “What? You mean besides the tan arms and pasty white legs?” Dean gave her an unamused look and she chuckled and continued, “Well you have a little drawl yourself. You say shit like ‘darlin’. You have bow legs. You have calluses on your hands. You are tall and look fairly…” She glanced over as she emphasized the word with a knowing smile, “fit. Plus, you do seem to have at least a few manners. Call it a lucky guess.”
“Ha well look who has me all figured out. I’m from Kansas actually. Work for the FBI so forgive me if I don’t get a whole lot of time to soak up any rays. I happen to think my pasty legs are sexy as hell though, just saying.”
Y/N glanced down before sighing as she said, “Awwww. Poor fella. You must be delusional, bless your heart.” He quickly shot her the bird, and she swatted at his upraised middle finger. He grabbed her wrist as she swung, and her laughter died as the air thickened with tension. He looked down at her and pulled her a step closer, acting on the connection he felt the moment he laid eyes on her. He could see her chest rising and falling more quickly now as she looked back into his green eyes. God, he’d wanted to do this since the second he saw her. He ran his other hand through her hair, tilting her head back slightly as he leaned down towards her waiting lips. He paused to make sure she was okay with what was about to happen.
”Kiss me,“ she whispered. And he obliged. As soon as his lips touched hers, he felt her relax into him. He was right; she felt it too. He let go of her wrist and cradled the side of her face in his large hand as he deepened the kiss. Shit, he was in over his head and he knew it the instant she slipped her tongue into his mouth. If her mouth tasted like this, he could only imagine how sweet other parts of her would taste. She stepped into him even further and wrapped her arms around his back giving him chills as she ran her nails down his spine. She made a whining noise when he pulled away to catch his breath, but it turned into an excited squeal as he yanked her into the shadows of the alley they were passing and pinned her against the wall. She quickly stood on her tiptoes, threw her arms around the back of his neck and planted another searing kiss on his lips. As he dipped his tongue into her mouth this time she let out the sexiest moan he’d ever heard and caught himself damn near growling in response. And when she fisted her fingers in his short hair and nipped his bottom lip, his control finally snapped. He reached under the back of her muscular legs and lifted her, pushing her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed his damn near painfully hard erection between her legs and resumed his onslaught on her mouth.
“Fuck,” he growled, barely able to force himself to pull away from the kiss, “I’d give anything for us to be back at my room. I want to be inside you so bad it hurts.” He kissed her neck then. “Take care of you. Make you come every way I possibly can.” He kissed down to her collarbone. “Make you say my name over and over again until you are screaming it.” He moved one hand from underneath her leg long enough to pull down the left side of her bikini top and immediately suck her hardened nipple into his mouth.
“Holy shit, Dean,” she cried as she threw her head back in pleasure. “Just fuck me here please,” she begged. He looked up at her, his pupils blown wide with lust, his perfect mouth wrapped around that swollen bud, and gently nipped it in response. She moaned louder and squeezed him even tighter with her strong legs, but somehow he forced himself to stop. He brushed his lips across hers again and then pulled away just enough to break the connection and pant, “That’s the most tempting offer I’ve had in a good, long time sweetheart, but I’m gonna turn you down. I can already tell you that you deserve better than this. I want to take my time with you. Kiss…lick…taste every inch of your body before I bury myself in you. Sound like a deal?”
She was still breathing heavily as she replied, “Well hell yeah, it’s a deal. I mean as long as you guarantee to live up to your promise to last longer than fifteen seconds.” Y/N unlocked her legs from his hips, slid down his body and attempted to put herself back together after the hottest make-session of her life.
“Hell I don’t know. That was just the warmup, and I’m about ready to blow. This is going to be the worst case of blue balls in the history of blue balls,” he admitted as he resituated himself.
She chuckled and took a few steps back towards the street before looking over her shoulder at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Bless your little pea picking heart,” she called mockingly before she took off into the night towards Fido’s.
“Yeah you go ahead and bless it, darlin',” he grumbled to himself before starting after her. “It’s already fucking yours anyway.”
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How to be a Gentleman
It was a bright and sunny day in Australia when George texted me inviting me to go to his friend max’s house while we visited to go film a video for his channel FilthyFrank. I asked him about what time he would be coming to pick me up from my hotel, due to the fact that I was just visiting. I was just about to get up, out of my cozy bed, to get ready I hear a knock on my hotel room door.
“Joji why do you always have to come exactly when I start to do things?” I ask myself, going to answer the door.
“ Mrs.Caravello tis I your handsome guide to the wild Australian continent.” George said while bowing.” Why aren’t you dressed yet, hoe?”
“I’m not dressed yet because you texted me 8 minutes ago and I was just getting out of bed. Now cunt, go watch tv or whatever the fuck you do and i’ll be out in 15 minutes.” ( http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=223235410 ) (just a small visual for you guys) Walking out I was greeted by a bored looking Joji laying in my unmade bed, as always, being extra.
As we got into his car I saw three different clothing bags shoved into the back seat quite messily.
“Joj what is this?” I asked
“Oh thats the reason we’re going over to Max’s, those are the suits that were going to be using to film with.”
“Okay but that still doesn’t explain why you needed suits, whats the video about that you need suits for?”
“ Get this, it’s going to be ‘A Gentleman’s Guide”. Basically instructing the youth on how to be gentlemen. There’s going to be like, tasks that we have to do to prove our level of gentlemanliness. I guess it’ll become more obvious when we get to Max’s”
“Well I guess this aught to be interesting then.” The rest of the journey was spent singing along to whatever was on the radio at the moment and trying to explain to George that in America they drive on the complete other side of both the car and the road.
Finally arriving at the house George lugs the three suits into the main room and I’m immediately greeted by the sight of a lot of very tall males. You see as a short 5′0 girl this was just a smidge alarming. Even wearing heels these guys were easily a head taller than me. Joj brought me over to the whole group of guys, and began introducing me.
“Hey guys, this is Rosie. Hope you guys don’t mind that I brought her I just figured we could use the extra help.” George introduced me, max spoke first.
“ Nice to meet you Rosie, i’ve watched your channel before, you’re hilarious. Didn’t expect you to be this short in real life though.” he laughs, shaking my hand.
“Oh don’t worry I wasn’t expecting you to be this tall, I really wasn’t expecting any of you to be this tall. I guess we’re all learning today.” I laugh along with him. A slightly larger, more round man then makes his way through the fray
“I’m Chad, the man of your dreams.” He boasts
“Oh, well I’m ‘Maybe not, but better luck next time’“ This makes the mans face go red and the rest of the boys all freak out.
“DUDE SHE RUINED YOU, OH THAT WAS AMAZING, THIS GIRL IS WELCOME IN MY HOME ANY TIME SHE WANTS” Max yells. The door opens and yet another tall man walks in. His dirty blonde hair contrasting to the slight tan on his skin.
“What’s all the commotion in here about?” he says in an American accent, immediately drawing the rooms attention
“ Rosie just murdered Chad in cold blood right in front of us.” George responds
“Is this the Rosie that everyone was freaking out about? I can see why now.” he fully enters the room and makes eye contact with me “ Hi, I’m Ian, and I assume you’re Rosie?” he stepped a little closer making me peer up towards him as I shook his hand
“I do happen to be her.”
“It’s very nice to meet you then.” By then Ian and I had been shaking hands for a little over the time where it was socially acceptable. George cleared his throat
“So do we want to get on with the filming of the video?” he asked everyone
“ Oh yeah yeah right, for sure.” Ian stuttered quickly stepping away.
“ So to start off with I want us three to be sitting at a table having like a fuckin’ tea party type thing. Have wine glasses and such with foods and everything” George began, making the scene within his head and trying to put it on the table in front of him. I slowly started to slightly see what he was talking about and grabbed the wine glasses and plates that were sitting on the island in the kitchen. Walking over to Joji I hand him the plates to hold while I get to work on the positioning of everything on the table. Setting plates in front of the three chairs that were positioned behind the table. and putting random glasses of wine around, along with plates of cookies, a Swedish roll, some lady fingers lastly a small cake. Quickly grabbing the wine bottles and setting them around the table. Leaving it to the boys to pour it themselves when they were ready. Finishing up my work I looked back at the boys for approval.
“Well, you took my thoughts and set it on the table. Though I still feel like its missing something, nothing big just something small to really set the gentleman atmosphere.” George said smiling at the table. Candles, the table needed candles.
“Max, would you happen to have like, tea lights? You know like tiny candles?” I asked
“I think i do still have some from when we did the twister video. Just hold one one second.” Max left to go grab the candles, and Joji handed Ian his suit to go and put on. Both of them going to change and Max coming back and giving me the small candles.
“Here you go, just make sure not to burn my house down.” He said walking towards where the other boys went to go put on his suit as well.
Once everyone was all set and ready to start filming the boys began to set up the scene properly as I lit the candles. Throwing J back his lighter when I was done I made sure I was properly behind the camera along with How To Basic. Once given the go he starts recording.
“ Theres nothing like a good wine, some merlot” Joj starts in the frank voice
“ Ah nothing like it” Ian replies smiling a little, all this goes on whilst Max sits to the side and eats the cookies with just a blank stare.
“Nothing like it. And when Donald Trump, bless his heart, said, build the wall. Build. The. Wall. Three words that changed my entire life. If you don’t like them, keep them out. When mosquito’s come into your house, what do you do? You either kill them or put up nets.” Frank says
“Kill em’ I say” exclaims Ian. Making me giggle into my arm, I really hope that none of them caught that, but the little sideways glance that I got from the lanky man said otherwise. I smiled down at my shoes as the boys took a short break from filming to talk about the next bit that they were going to make. I was messing with one of the cords for the lights next to the table. Standing back up I realized once again just how small I was. I was only slightly taller than all the boys sitting down.
“Hey there short stack, got everything sorted out down there?” Ian commented
“Listen here jolly green just because we all aren’t 7 feet tall doesn’t mean that I’m short”
“Hey 6′2 is not 7 feet, and just because im 7 feet doesn’t make being 4 feet tall short.”
“Okay a whole foot off doesn’t make it any better. I’m a proud 5 feet tall. Just tall enough to still be able to reach some shelves and never the glassware. Ever.”
“Hey I mean, I guess that’s what I’m here for. Reaching the glassware on the top shelf.”
“Then I might just have to keep you around for a while.” I slyly winked at him. Getting up and walking back to my original spot to watch the filming commence.
Through the day the boys had a ton of good shots and finally finished the part of the video where they needed the suits to be clean and such. Finally finishing off filming for the day with the shock collar. Which being really honest was a bit brutal. Once it was confirmed that we would all be back at Max’s house at about 9:30 the next morning to finish filming everyone went their own respective ways.
Laying in bed that night I couldn’t get a certain boy off my mind.
Hi everyone, so sorry that this is so long. I really hope that you guys are liking it so far please tell me if you want a continuing series off of this or if its absolute shit. This took forever to write and the amount of watching and rewatching the same video clips and researching the boys this took, I really hope that it turned out well and that you guys like it. Thanks again.
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Day 39
Weds 12th Feb
Get up early plan for cycling didn’t quite work and we snoozed the alarm loads. But then Phil must have suddenly remembered his cycling trip as he suddenly jumped up to get organised.
I now had my doubts about moving accommodation to this ‘magical cottage’. We hadn’t actually seen the place and it did sound a little too good to be true. And if we moved, we would have to pack up ALL our stuff and walk down the road and then leave it all in their office...which didn't seem as safe as leaving it all in our own room.
Phil was set on it though so we cracked on, and I had the genius idea of wearing Phil’s shorts for the cycle. Seeing as I’d lost mine in the Nile, I figured that Phil’s sexy zip safari shorts would super comfortable and lightweight. I put them on with my green T-shirt (by the way this T-shirt is actually Phil’s but he never packed it so I did and now its mine ok) and I thought, Yeah, this’ll do nicely. Was pretty pleased with my practical and comfortable outfit. I looked up and Phil was looking at me with a large frown. ‘Oh sorry I didn’t realise you were working today as a park ranger, you carry on’. So yeah, he said I looked like I worked at Camp America and I don’t think he was wrong. But screw him, needs must - I kept the outfit on and we left.
Once we arrived to the Fisherman’s Camp restaurant, we ordered Spanish omelette for breakfast and it was the BEST one we've had by FAR. I don't know what they did to this omelette but it was sooooo nice. It was much bigger than normal ones and also had potatoes in so that helped of course. I started to warm to the place.
We got our 2nd bike from the bike dudes as well as our helmets (we'd insisted on these and they had to go off to find them as apparently no-one ever asks for them) and we headed towards the main road to go to Hells Gate National Park. Exciting! However. HOWEVER. Instead of walking with the bikes as I’d anticipated, Phil INSISTED that we cycle UP the steep gravelly hill to get to the main road.
I managed to do it but it's honestly moments like that where I wish I'd never met him. That is how much I hate cycling uphill.
Anyway the first 4km was on flat road and it felt amazing to be on a bike and I decided I liked Phil again. We reached the dusty road that led us to the entrance gate and it started getting tricky again. It didn't appear to have a gradient to the eye but it was a real effort to cycle on it with all the bumps and sand.
At the entrance we saw the family from safari who'd just arrived - random timing. We said hi to them but then headed in while they got organised with their bikes figuring we'd see them at some point in there. Also the woman was not a confident cyclist so figured she definitely didn't need an audience.
The cycle was really nice. We spotted zebras, pumbas and giraffes as we went round, then got to the gorge viewpoint area where we stopped for a snack. The actual gorge path was Closed due to dangerous flooding that had happened the year before.
Phil was buzzing about the leftover doggy bag but we noticed a baboon nearby eyeing him up. Everytime we looked over the baboon had managed to move slightly closer without us seeing, but would be looking around like he was enjoyed the view, acting all nonchalant like he wasn't even interested. He'd perfected his Tourist Snack Sneak. A local man came over to advise that we use a stick to hit against a tree to scare it away if it got too close and it turned out to be pretty useful when Phil was rustling about with bread in foil.
We cycled a bit further to find the viewpoint and got to a turn off that went downhill. A local lady was there and said she would show us where it was. We didn't want a tour guide to have to pay etc so we said no thanks. We’d already paid 50$ to enter the park. But she kept saying 'For free for free, I will show you the way!' then she randomly suggested we just give the older lady who was stood there 200ksh. No idea why. Phil was well annoyed by it all and refused to walk while they were with us, saying 'I want to go on my own!'. It was a bit like a mother trying to encourage a toddler to hold her hand while the toddler is stamping his feet refusing to move. The woman was just laughing and smiling the whole time, totally unfazed.
Eventually Phil got on his bike in protest and started cycling down the hill ahead of us. When he reached the bottom he went right and the woman shouted after him 'Its the other way!' as she laughed. Phil sort of pretended he'd not heard while casually changing direction.
He then went along for 5 seconds and she corrected him again, saying 'It's down there!' pointing to a path he’d missed to the right. Phil sort of huffed and followed her direction, realising she was perhaps quite useful after all.
The lady pointed out the small little market stalls her and her pals had set up and said Please take a look when come back, then pointed to the way to go to visit the viewpoint. The viewpoint was a short minute walk from there and was cool, it was good to actually see the gorge.
By the time we walked back, Phil was ready to look at the little stalls without being angry. I bought a cute bracelet and a women asked me how old I was. Turned out the lady who'd walked us there was the same age as me but had SIX CHILDREN. I explained that I would do it later and made some jokes about babies taking over the whole of your body and they were laughing loads.
Cut to me basically hosting a Tedtalk on girl power, women's strength and equal rights, and all the women were nodding along enthusiastically in agreement. They all high fived me and said thank you so much for these words. I don't know if anyone had told them they were strong before. 💪🏻💪🏼💪🏽💪🏾💪🏿
The cycle back made us realise how downhill the first bit had been as it was nearly all uphill FML but remember that dusty road outside the entrance I’d struggled with? Well it was a solid downhill the whole way now and I didn't pedal ONCE and I swear it was the best moment of the whole cycle. Ok apart from spotting a baby zebra next to us. And seeing five giraffes having their lunch.
We got back to our hotel and were taken to our new house. And omg it was LUSH AS FOOOOOK. Such a cute cottage on a little hill, with a kitchen, living room, bathroom with outdoor shower and massive bed! The shower was hot and the masses of dust from the cycle were washed away and I lay on the lovely bed feeling great about my house and my very clever boyfriend.
And suddenly there was a massive SPLAT as a large gecko shit landed on my tummy. It completely made me jump and before I even registered what it was, I flapped it away. It landed on a pillow oops and the momento from falling from such a height had not helped matters either. Definitely good luck to be shat by a gecko though right?
We went to the restaurant for dinner and despite the power cuts and mosquitos, we enjoyed the candle lit lake view evening. Phil kept thinking he could hear hippos but I didn't hear anything.
Dinner was penne pasta arrabiata and an average pizza.
Suddenly Phils ears picked up that hippo noise again and he looked over towards the lake. In the dark was a big shape, slightly moving...and Phil was like ‘That's a hippo!!!!’.
Sure enough only 1m beyond the electric fence were TWO hippos munching away on the grass, just about lit by the security light. We rushed over and watched in amazement. A few others joined from the restaurant in awe of the proximity of these beasts. But then one of the hippos turned and looked right at us. It was in that moment that I remembered how bloody dangerous they were and we moved into the shadows to view from a safer spot. Was such a good spot by Philly Tours Atol Protected ©
Happy from our cycle and nature spotting, we asked the boss if we could book the house an extra night and THANKFULLY IT WAS AVAILABLE so we went to bed (now with the mosquito net in position so NO more falling gecko shit) feeling super relaxed about the chill day ahead of us.
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