rockysavannah

[This story contains a pretty neat woman that gets pretty fat, pretty slobby, and overall gets pretty disgusting. Scat n’ stuff. You’ve been warned] Irene watched the perfectionist of a human neatly place her books and writing utensils on the table, carefully making sure each one was within her own little perfect distance. While Brooke essentially carrying Irene through her college projects, she had to admit that the 21-year-old was quite weird even for a neat freak as herself. Aside from her tendencies for constant order and cleanliness, she was never seen after around 8:00. Always. No matter what she was doing, she was always g

He was perfect. Yes, Eric Chen was perfect. With his perfectly black hair that always seemed to stick to his forehead even if he wasn’t sweaty. With his white undershirt that he always wore, no matter the weather. With his most dazzlingly and strikingly Asian eyes that never showed a hint of sadness. This all was completely and utterly-to-a-tee perfect to France. She’d sketch his tall frame during her classes despite not being an ounce good at it. She’d written poems about how bad he was at basketball, but how cute he was when he tried to play anyway. If you couldn’t tell, she was what some people would call obsessed.