Goodbye Hug

oleh now, I was getting a little annoyed. First Skipper had to go barging in on us, and now Private. I belly-slid over to the lock system and pressed a few buttons. I heard the satisfying click of the doors locking.
"There," I said, turning to Rico with a triumphant smile.
Rico had a strange expression on his face, and his brow was wrinkled, like he was thinking hard.
I was about to ask him if he was okay when he grabbed me around the waist, picked me up, and slammed my body onto the table.
I placed my foot on his chest. "Whoa, whoa, let's not get out of hand here," I said.
"Okay," he berkata meekly....

Okay, so I'm kinda trying to make this place have a little lebih action. I've been posting a lot of things lately, because I cinta Kico to death and do not want this place to die!
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1. They're opposites. Opposites attract, anda know?
2. They both need someone. Rico's obviously desperate, if he needs a doll to date, and Kowalski's obviously desperate as well. They could help each other.
3. There have been hints throughout the series: Rico wiggling his eyebrows at him, hitting on him. There have also been hints that the...

Turned out Marlene just needed help fixing a leak in her pipe. I had it patched up in no time.
I was mad at Marlene, though. Her stupid pipe had ruined my chance with Rico.
...My chance with Rico? What am I saying? Do I think I actually HAVE a chance? That we have a chance?
A chance to cinta each other?
And those pertanyaan only bring up the one I've wondered about my entire life:
What is love?

Rico approached me later. He had a funny expression on his face; sort of hopeful, but almost worried at the same time.
"Never answered," he berkata shyly.
I sighed. "I never answered what, Rico?"
"You cinta me?"
I...

I'm bored. I almost always write when I'm bored. Hope y'all like it!
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Sometimes I hate myself.
I don't know why. Maybe it's because I can't speak right. Maybe it's my inability to control myself and think ahead. Maybe it's that ugly scar on the side of my face from that time when I told someone I thought I could trust my secret, and they beat me up.
My secret, oleh the way, is my sexuality.
I'm pansexual. That means I cinta everyone. How it's different from bi is I cinta transexual, nonsexual, etc.
Another secret I have: I'm...

Wow. No one's diposting a story in a really long time. Well, I cinta writing, so I decided to post this. Hope anda like it!


I was in my lab, fiddling absentmindedly with a piece of wire while staring at the wall.
I had been trying to figure out the greatest mystery of all: love.
Why do we feel love? What is it exactly? And why can't I understand it?
I picked up the smoking device at my side. It was supposed to make me know the jawaban to all these puzzling questions, but it hadn't worked.
"'Walski?" a hoarse voice asked.
I looked up. Rico, my friend and practically my brother, stood at the door.
"Hello,...