All the things I've learned about a boy...
Holy shit, what the hell is going on? I wake up last night in this creepyass place with no memory what-so-ever. And on top of a guy. Which hey, that could of been because of many things, certainly not what that guy was suggesting! I mean I don't think I go that way. Besides, I have a girlfriend! At least I believe I have one, that lady Eva said I was dating this Joan and her picture is in my wallet. So that guy, whoever the fuck he was, had to be wrong.
As for this Joan, she certainly is, um, interesting. I had her photo in my wallet, and Eva said we we're going out, even living together. I'm not even sure why we are dating, since she seems to grate my every nerve. And how she thinks? Okay, I have no memory and i think she's nuts. I mean she started talking about having smurf friends, just because I made one sarcastic remark about the weird stake she had.
Also before Eva took us back to...our apartment? There was this freaky as hell attack by a bunch of weird looking guys. Eva called them demons, which strangly rings very very familar. Anyway, they started attacking and before I know it, I had moved acrossed the room is shock without even moving! Holy shit! How the hell am I able to move like that? Maybe I'm a teleporter, which sounds so so stupid and absurd. And Joan? I think she's some kind of person with super strength because she was able to take out a few demons with very little effort, and she really seemed to know what she's doing. Maybe she's abusive and threatened me to stick around, and thats why i'm still with her? I mean I checked and I seem to be covered in scars that look like they were caused by someone. She said she didn't want to hurt me, but would she tell the truth to me if she did want to hurt me? I don't think so!
So yeah, Eva took us to our apartment and lets just say awkward city. I slept on the couch, because no way I'm sharing a bed with someone I barely know, and Joan insisted she had to have the bed (god she's bossy). We seem to have two cats, and a chest full of weapons. Been trying to go through my stuff seeing if something brings forth any memories, but no luck. Got burned by something that looked like a toy crossbow, so I have some kind of freaky allergy. Great.
Basically what I've figured out about my life is this. My name is Yuffie Snapdragon (god I must hate my parents, I mean YUFFIE?). I'm possibly 26, though I sure as hell don't look it. I'm fucking short, and blonde, and possibly a pryo since the lighter seems to have my name on it. Oh, and I could be in a very very bad relationship.
I don't even remember it, but I think I hate my life.
As for this Joan, she certainly is, um, interesting. I had her photo in my wallet, and Eva said we we're going out, even living together. I'm not even sure why we are dating, since she seems to grate my every nerve. And how she thinks? Okay, I have no memory and i think she's nuts. I mean she started talking about having smurf friends, just because I made one sarcastic remark about the weird stake she had.
Also before Eva took us back to...our apartment? There was this freaky as hell attack by a bunch of weird looking guys. Eva called them demons, which strangly rings very very familar. Anyway, they started attacking and before I know it, I had moved acrossed the room is shock without even moving! Holy shit! How the hell am I able to move like that? Maybe I'm a teleporter, which sounds so so stupid and absurd. And Joan? I think she's some kind of person with super strength because she was able to take out a few demons with very little effort, and she really seemed to know what she's doing. Maybe she's abusive and threatened me to stick around, and thats why i'm still with her? I mean I checked and I seem to be covered in scars that look like they were caused by someone. She said she didn't want to hurt me, but would she tell the truth to me if she did want to hurt me? I don't think so!
So yeah, Eva took us to our apartment and lets just say awkward city. I slept on the couch, because no way I'm sharing a bed with someone I barely know, and Joan insisted she had to have the bed (god she's bossy). We seem to have two cats, and a chest full of weapons. Been trying to go through my stuff seeing if something brings forth any memories, but no luck. Got burned by something that looked like a toy crossbow, so I have some kind of freaky allergy. Great.
Basically what I've figured out about my life is this. My name is Yuffie Snapdragon (god I must hate my parents, I mean YUFFIE?). I'm possibly 26, though I sure as hell don't look it. I'm fucking short, and blonde, and possibly a pryo since the lighter seems to have my name on it. Oh, and I could be in a very very bad relationship.
I don't even remember it, but I think I hate my life.