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Name: Natalie Cooper
Age: 18
Height: 5'8"
Cup size: 38J
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"Natalie, get your ass off the computer." my brother shouted.
"Yeah, yeah. Just a second!"
Name: Natalie Cooper
Age: 18
Height: 5'8"
Cup size: 38J
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"Natalie, get your ass off the computer." my brother shouted.
"Yeah, yeah. Just a second!"
I eagerly typed away on the computer, writing the next entry to my blog. My brother glared at me, seeing how I was taking my time with his precious computer before he scoffed and wandered off. Sure, I didn't need to use his computer, but I liked being a jerk to Mark from time to time. Tough love and all that - he was too spoiled anyway. That pushed aside, I smiled as I did so with Jacob, my boyfriend, sitting next to me. Okay, it wasn't so much my blog as it was ours. We were the most perfect couple that you could possibly imagine; we've been together ever since the seventh grade, we texted each other all the time and we took care of this space together (in fact, our blog's title was Natalie & Jacob: In Love with No Regrets!). Our blog covered all sorts of random things such as articles we've found on the web, our day and reviews for all sorts of restaurants, parties and yes, even nightclubs. It sure was great to live in San Francisco - there was so much to do and so much to see. Sure, it's the only city that I've ever lived in, but it seemed to me that despite all those years exploring the city that there was always something new for me to discover; be it a new restaurant, a new nightclub, a new community or obviously, new people. Granted, I didn't live in the middle of the city but in the suburbs about twenty minutes away. Look, it was close enough, okay?
"God, you're such a good writer Natalie." Jacob with a big, cute grin. I smiled too and before answering:
"I know."
I hoped that it didn't sound bitchy of me to reply like that; I liked teasing people and thankfully, Jacob understood that. He smiled as he leaned in towards my face, attempting to kiss me on the lips. I quickly turned my face so that it landed on my face. He laughed awkwardly before softly saying "Oh you." and I smiled at him. His hands went over to my slim arms, tickling me all around. I giggled in delight and almost, almost, missed the slight movement of his hand - my boyfriend's eager hands going to sides of my breasts. I quickly caught them by the wrist and said "No, sweety."
"Why not?"
That question came up a lot - I absolutely refused to go as far as a kiss on the lips. I was a Christian girl brought up with Christian values; I wasn't going to do anything of the like with anybody before I was married. My parents made sure that I stuck with those values and I was more than happy to oblige.
"Jacob...it'll be worth it for when we get married. You'll see!"
Jacob then looked to his right, staring off away from me. My green eyes followed his sight and I saw my brother, Mark, standing outside and drinking some beer. "Oh my god, go away you little freak!" I yelled before he flipped me off and went his way. Mark was older than me by a few years, but was shorter than I was. Hence the little freak. God, whatever.
"Come on, we've got to finish this post!" I said as I did the finishing touches. The subject of the post? Exercise! Jacob and I spent the entire day searching up new ways to work out. We took photos of our little adventure and put the best ones online. Minutes upon submitting the post, we began to get some replies...though they seemed to focus entirely on my photo. Gee, I wonder why?
Jacob rolled his eyes on the oncoming onslaught of text...but cringed when it came to one user in particular...
(OOC: I'm looking for one dominant writer. If you're interested, please PM me and we can work the details out. Thanks!
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