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Hi, my name is Bridget Pheonix

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By designing_till_fab

Created: 2008-05-13 16:55:19

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Bridget slid her shot glass back down the bar. "Bridge, " Kat called. Bridget banged her head on the counter, and picked her head back up to do it again. "Sugar no," Sarahbella cried. Sarahbella and Kat picked Bridget's head off the table, and set her up firmly into her chair.

"There's no way to help me girls" Bridget replied. A tear slid down her perfectly tanned cheek. "He's gone, and I can't make him come back," she sighed. She slunk back into her chair, and blew at her bangs.

The next morning, Bridget woke up, and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "James, baby I made bre-" Bridget stopped, and dropped from the bed to the floor. She moaned, and let out a shrill cry.

"He's gone, he's really gone!!" Bridget yelled. She banged her head on the table until she rolled on the floor, and let out a sigh. He's really gone, Bridget thought. She pulled on her black mini skirt from the night before, and headed toward the door. "Wait, cell phone," Bridget reminded herself.

She reached down into her skirt pocket, and grabbed her phone. "Okay," She whispered. Bridget pressed 5, and a number popped up. "Okay Greg pick up please..." She said anxiously. As she walked out of the door, she hopped into her car, and before she could put her seat belt on....

Bridget's head jerked, and hit the window. "Oh..." she moaned. She turned around, felling very light headed, to see Greg, hopping out of his car. "Are you okay Bridget?" Greg asked. He scooped her up with both hands, and opened the front door of the house.

As Greg set her down on the couch, he gave her a kiss on her forehead. "Ugh," Bridget moaned. Greg trotted into the kitchen to grab some ice. "James," Bridget cried. Greg came back into the room, and sat next to Bridget.

"I'm not James," George replied. Geroge leaned down, and kissed Bridget. "But I want to be..."

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i_lovely

19/Female
Canada
All My Stories

Posted On: July 23, 2008
this story is soo cute

brutusdog

21/Female
United Kingdom
All My Stories

Posted On: May 13, 2008
Awwww wow I'm listening to a sad song when I read this

Freaky wow this is so cute

Poor her, Poor Greg

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