"Call me" she said

How many times have we wished to meet a girl who gives you her phone number and with a seducing voice that says, "call me"???

Something like that happened with me.

I was walking in a huge and never ending mall in 'chew-n-spit-vill' with a chocolate chip ice cream cone, looking at the branded labels in shops in small boxes( probably checking out chicks in them.) Thinking something and looking into my reflection in the tiles of the floor.

Suddenly everything goes into slow motion and black and white ( no! It was not gas.) And I feel a delicious and irresistible aura make my ice cream go spat on the floor. ( There goes another expensive cone.) While everything went to a halt I saw an imposed figure of a female with straight hair over her forehead covering her right eye, gift wrapped in a perfect black dress with an armani label and high heels which ticked like a clock, louder and louder. Her dangles clicked as she moved her arm too and fro. With a black Guchi bag loaded with blings.

As she came parallel to me I could smell her. It was an exclusive D&G perfume. Her fragrance touched my lungs as if smoking a cigar with mints.( Yup. Too much for me...)

She lent over my shoulder( oh boy...) and reached for my ear as her left hand reached my empty ice cream cone.( The empty ice cream cone and not the other cup you morons) As she curved her lips, the blend of lipstick and lip gloss gave them a lustrous look.(Lustrous???) "Call me" she said In kylie minogue's voice and replaced my cone with a flashy card with digits and tick tick she vanished into the crowd.

I whipped out my cell phone. Ya it was a new model of nokia with a flame thrower and x-ray cam(that could be handy. Drool**.)

I placed the card in front of my eyes and popped out my thumb and started to dial. 991fuck982 ( ya like I will give you the number.)

Ring* ring* click-a -chuck

"Hey. Its about time. I just wanted to notify you about the. Weather." Came her voice

"Huh? What?" I said as I nervously dragged my thumb on my figures.

" Duh! Don't bring any clothes, its going to be very hot in HELL."

"Um, I don't get...." And I was interrupted.

"Woops! Your out of time. Bottoms up!"

"Parden???"

"Look up einstie."

I raised my rusted neck to an angle of 90 degrees and looked Through the fiber glass roof of the mall and spot a plane falling in 'face fucking forward' towards me with a burning engine.

I close my eyes and listen to screams of others and feel the disaster as I get buried to my next destination.

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Three in the morning again. Listening to kylie Minogue's red blooded woman. Yup I'm in love with her voice. Now either I'm a good observer beeing a brother of a fashion designer or I'm just a pervert teenager. Kylie's voice marry me. Some one stab me till I drown in my own blood. And I can't stop writing. Seriously. Stab me to my soul and free the shiny butterfly like looking thing into the cruel world. Ha I'm too proud to be blind or too high to be proud or both. And I love all anime chicks out there. Yup a pervert indeed.lolz.....