The something that she is gripping onto feels like strong, well-toned biceps. She squeezes down on them. Definitely biceps. But these biceps don't just belong to any handsome stranger- they belong to Henry Mitchell. Enough said.
ONE-SHOT "Don't make me jump on you, OK Jerome?" "Melanie, oh please do," he says, winking at me. I blush and open my mouth to argue but surprisingly, no words come out so I pathetically shut it again.
He is a pus filled pimple, disgusting and revolting.I hate him. He cannot mess with me, or my chicken suit. One more thing, HE MOST CERTAINLY CANNOT LOOK AT MY APPLES! I don't care if he is yummy, I'll hurt his baby re-producing organs any day.
ONESHOT-He wasn't exactly eye candy you know. He wore these thick glasses that slightly magnified his eyes, making him looking rather funny. He looked rather psycho-ish if you know what I mean. please review