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Reverse Psychology P6Reggie's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "But, I'm standing right here." He spread his arms to indicate that he hadn't gone anywhere.
Alice gave a small laugh, he smiled back. "No, silly." She grew serious again. "I've lost you, haven't I? I treated you so badly, Reggie. I'm sorry for that. If I had been nicer maybe I would still have a chance." She couldn't help but laugh at the irony of their reversed rolls.
Reggie reached out a hand towards her, but hesitated and pulled it back.
"Alice," He began, but he was cut off.
"I saw you were getting ready for a party. It looks fun. I was gonna stop by and say hi, but you were...busy." She paused at the thought of that woman with her arms around him.
Reggie seemed to perk up. "You came by? I didn't know that."
Alice colored. "Yeah, I didn't stay."
"I didn't think you wanted me too." Alice gave him a pitiful look, one that said: I want you to tell me I was wrong. I want you to tell me it isn't too late. Please!
Reggie saw this look. He to
Reverse Psychology P5Soul searching is not something that Alice did often. She knew who she was and she felt confident in herself. At least, she thought she did. She took the walk home slowly, she had never noticed how beautiful the tree lined lane really was, especially in spring time. Everytime she saw something she couldn't help but imagine Reggie's reaction to it all. He was so excitable, always running after something or another to get a closer look. She remembered the time he brought he a hand full of prickly flowers, because he thought they were pretty. But the very next day he brought her a white rose, because he said she was prettier. She had yelled at him then, even though she secretly had liked the gift. Why had she been so cruel to him? Why had she been so stupid?! For years he had been waiting for her to notice him and all she ever did was blow him off, and now he was gone forever! This new girl had come in and was nice to him. She recognized Reggie's attributes, his sense of humor and deep lo
Reverse Psychology P4As she sat down to a lonely dinner that night she thought over all the things she had said and done to Reggie. The more she thought about it the more she realized that she had been cruel to him. Laughing at him in front of her friends. Teasing him and mocking him. He was a running joke between her and the other girls in town, and it was all her fault. Alice pushed her dinner away, she had lost her appetite. Why had she been so mean? If she had been a little nicer maybe Reggie wouldn't be so mad at her and he would still talk to her. But how could she make it up to him? What could she do to make him see that she was sorry for how she had behaved in the past?
"I guess I could start with an apology."
She went to bed that night feeling very sad, but resolved to fix it in the morning.
Dawn broke through bright and cheerful, the perfect day for making up. Again, Alice dressed her best and practically ran out the door. As she neared Reggie's house she could hear quite a clamor coming from the
Reverse Psychology P3As Alice made the long walk home she found herself unintentionally looking for Reggie. Never had she gone so long without seeing him. On the way she passed March Hare's place, he was always having Reggie over for tea and she felt confidant that he would be there right now. She fought with herself to pass Marchy's place and not drop in to check. She didn't want to give Reggie any ideas that she was seeking him out. Instead she continued on her way, her nose in the air.
"I'm just glad to be rid of him." She said out loud to herself.
However, through out the day she couldn't stop thinking about him. While she washed dishes, folded laundry, swept the floor, read her book, and walked through the garden she kept thinking about him. And the harder she tried to not think about him the more she did. But it went beyond thinking about him constantly. As she walked pass the open front window she heard her gate swing open and was surprised to find her heart in her throat, beating like mad, at the p
Reverse Psychology P2The next day she woke with birds singing, not Reggie, and she dressed in her best outfit and prepared for another Mad Hatter free day. She walked down the street to the library, where she worked, and hummed to herself. She had passed the first two of three streets when she instinctively flinched as she passed a certain mulberry bush. It was every other day that Reggie managed to find himself hiding behind that bush only to jump out at Alice and attack her with another proposal for lunch. But today, as she passed this bush in question, there was no deranged hatter to accost her. Another smile spread across her face.
"Ahh." She thought contentedly.
She worked through her shift without any unexpected, and unpleasant, visits. The hours went by quickly and her mind was free to wander on pleasant thoughts, and yet. As the day went by she found herself thinking more about Reggie then she had ever done before. She really just couldn't understand what made him suddenly change his mind about her
Reverse Psychology P1Alice was walking down the street in between her two best friends, Cindy and Aurora. Cindy was in the middle of retelling how Charming had saved her from a life of hard labor. Alice loved listening to her friends fairy tales, she was convinced that she would never have anything as romantic as theirs. When Cindy got to the critical parts Aurora would interrupt with how Phillip handled similar situations in his quest for her. Alice sighed. How she longed for a tumultuous romance. Something to squeal about to her friends. She was lost in these thought when she caught a familiar movement out of the corner of her eye. Yes, there he was. The annoying man in his over sized top hat and outlandish colored clothes. He was sauntering down the street, whistling to himself and swinging his cane. His step faltered at the sight of Alice walking with her friends and she saw him look uncomfortable and slightly unsure of what to do next. Alice sighed again and rolled her eyes. She didn't wait for Reggie
A Mad Thanksgiving"Do you think she'll come?" the Mad Hatter asked the March Hare worriedly.
"I can't say," Marchy said for the hundredth time that afternoon. "Sit down, Reggie, you're making me dizzy!"
Reggie did sit down, but was instantly back on his feet pacing the length of the table, up and down, and up and down. He had been walking about in this manner since noon wringing his hands and worrying the brim of his over-sized hat until it was bent out of shape.
"I'm sure she won't come," he said, trying to convince himself. "But what if she does?!" He brightened up at this hopeful thought.
"You have to stop doing this to yourself. I think you've gone through every scale of emotion just since breakfast!" March Hare was quite finished listening to his friend build up his hope and then smash them, but he was a loyal man and wouldn't abandon his comrade in this time of need. "You sent the invitation and set this beautiful table, you can do nothing but wait now."
March Hare was, as usual, right. Reggie had
I'll knowHe cut a fine figure, with the sun coming in the doorway behind him. His pin-stripe suit had been perfectly measured to his frame and the black tie had a perfect square knot tightened close to his muscular neck He wore his fedora at a cocky angle, the same kind of cocky angle that his smile was set in. The sunlight glinted off his handsome face as he leaned against the door frame in a devil-may-care fashion. His cigarette set loosely in his hand between his index and middle finger. His dark eyes were smiling at the lady standing in the room, her hand on her hip. Her expression was not a happy one, she looked annoyed at the man standing in front of her.
"Sky Masterson." She said with disbelief. "I never thought to see you again."
Sky gave her a wide smile. She wouldn't admit it, but that smile always made her knees go a little weak.
"Brother Sky." He corrected with his heavy accent. "You always forget that Sister Sarah."
"Mr. Masterson." She stated defiantly.
Sky shrugged, he knew it ag
Alisse in Wonderland P8As the battle raged outside, the Queen began to advance on Reggie. Alisse couldn't bear to watch and buried her face in her hands, but peeked out through her fingers. She watched as the Queen raised her hand, bawled in a fist, and brought it down on Reggie, who went sliding across the floor. However, Reggie was soon on his feet again, he took a running leap at the Queen and caught her in the stomach where he managed to knock the wind out of her and send her crashing to the ground. The Mad Hatter recovered his balance while the Queen still gasped to get air in her lungs. It was then that Reggie saw the glint of the blade on the floor. The White Rabbit had partially fallen on it and concealed it, but now the moonlight glinted off of it, showing Reggie the way. He reached for the knife, but suddenly found his face in the dirt.
"Not so fast, Reggie!" the Queen cried in triumph.
Before Reggie could react, the Queen had the dagger in her hand. She made a clumsy swing with the blade and made
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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