PollutedHeart
" Save me a cake!" She orders, walking out the door. Her friend follows her, confused. / " You mean a slice of cake?" He asks. / She turns and gives him and intense look. / " No. An entire cake." / / True to his word, when Angelina got home, an entire chocolate cake sat at the table. She smiles. " Good Boy." / (( Thats it. My life. No, its not, I'll change it later.))
