Naomi Breckenridge || 18 || Tybee Island
I've got a thing for putting pictures on my body.
Yessss, bad Doll face.
It was one of the guys from the shop’s birthday. We hung out after closing and celebrated.
Space Jam came on at the shop today, and I’m sorry, but if you claim not to love that song more than lift itself then I’ll know you’re lying and will happily call you out on it.
Wrong actually, all the men she humped and dumped still probably want her big ass. Her baby would disagree as well, I guess you’re incorrect.
That doesn’t mean that they aren’t pissed off at her. I mean, she dumped them, and her kid will eventually grow into a whiny toddler that will get pissed off at her when she doesn’t bend to its every whim. Whoops. Looks like I’m not so incorrect after all.
Ian set all the food down and opened some of the containers, his mouth started to water. He opened a few on the kitchen draws to look for silverware, after finding it he walked back to the food and shoved some into his mouth only stopping to look at Naomi when she walked in the room. “Um suuuuuure.. I got pretty much two of everything.” Ian ran his finger though his hair and pushed fork across the counter to Naomi. “Eat up doll face.”
"You’re my hero right now." Naomi looked for what she was having a particular craving for and opened the takeout container, picking up the fork Ian had passed to her and taking a bite. Her head fell back, and she hummed in satisfaction before hopping up on the counter and continuing to eat. The noodles and chicken had the perfect amount of spice. It definitely hit the spot. "I love everything." She said between bites.
God, Kim Kardashian seriously pisses me off…don’t you guys agree?
There is literally nobody that would disagree with you. Super original.
Ian laughed softly and winked at Naomi. “I’m sorry Scylla.” after talking he pushed Naomi softly with his hip and walked into her house. “Unless you want me to drop this yummy food you better tell me where to put in.” He held up his arms when he talk to show off all the food.
"I don’t think she accepts your apology, but clearly that isn’t going to stop you." Naomi rolled her eyes and used her free hand to close the door behind him once he’d stepped inside. "Just put it on the counter." She nodded towards the kitchen and went over to Scylla’s tank, opening the top and slipping her arm in. The snake unwound itself from around her and slithered up onto the branch in there, coiling itself up and hanging there under the heat lamp suspended above the tank. Naomi closed the tank and crouched before it, smiling at her pet. After a few seconds of looking at her companion, she made her way into the kitchen and walked up next to Ian. "Did you get any pad Thai? I’ll cry if you didn’t."
Ian drove to Naomi’s from the Thai place on his bike. He parked in a random spot then grabbed all the food and climbed the stairs to her apartment. He got to her floor and kick on the front door with his foot, both of his hands were overloading with to go food. When Naomi answered the door Ian saw a snake sitting on her arm. “That’s gross.” He smirked, “I welcome home honey would have been fine.”
"Finally," Naomi huffed when she heard someone at her door. She hopped up off of the couch and headed over to the door, pulling it open and smiling excitedly when she saw all of the food Ian was carrying. Her smile fell when he said that Scylla was gross. "Excuse you. She’s about ten times cooler and ten times prettier than you, and this is her home, not yours. Nobody hates on Scylla." Naomi raised the snake to her lips and placed a kiss on the top of her head. "You can’t come in until you say sorry to her."