This is the sequal to my previous "When two stories collide", though the differences being my characters already know each other, and I'm doing one persons story before the others (instead of alternative). So, two gays, 1 works in a supermarket, the other is a vicar, I hope no-one's offended, let's begin.
| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| Well, I'm going to work, will you want anything darling? | |
 | |  |
|
 |
 | |  |
| I think we're out of coffee, babes! | |
 | |  |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| Oh splendid honey! Could you iron my shirt when I'm gone? | |
 | |  |
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
 | |  |
| I think I would lose my head without him. | |
 | |  |
|
|
|
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| *ironing* Relight my fire! Your love is my only desi....ahhhhh! | |
 | |  |
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| Oh no! You evil, evil man! What are you doing!? | |
 | |  |
|
 |
|
|
|
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
 | |  |
| You're here to do us a favour! | |
 | |  |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| I don't like your shoes one bit! | |
 | |  |
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| Someone call the fashion police! Nee naw nee naw. | |
 | |  |
|
 |
|
|
|
---
I am not 16 going on not 17, I know that I'm naive.