"Argh, What's the point of making a tumblr anyways?" I asked, as I spoke into the receiver of my phone.

"A tumblr is literally a person's very soul. Minus the stalkers and lonely horn balls, that keeps friend requesting you on facebook" Tiffany explained, from the other end of the phone. I raised a brow. I cease to believe that I'd be a soul less monster without a tumblr. And besides. Tumblr like Xanga and Myspace, and Also Facebook is merely a trend. All just a advocate for social networking. Something I don't like to take intense interest in. I'm a hermit. A Loner. I’d rather bake with my Dog, Alexander the Great. Then to be seen about partying and drinking in town. A hobby that most college girl nowadays like to par take in.

I clicked onto the web browser. The web page asked for a Self description. I blinked slowly turning to my phone.

"What do I write for description?" I asked slowly.

"Well,describe your self" Tiffany explained, all too patiently.

"No really, using the same noun in the definition does not advocate a clearer-"

"For goodness sake, Kendall. Just write anything. Name? Age? Hobby? Your Favorite-"

"Ew. Is this suppose to be a dating site" I made a face. Though I was sure, Tiffany was not able to see it from across the phone.

"Aigoo. i am giving so much props to myself right now-"

"What for ?" I asked, I began to type the description for the box. My finger danced their way across the key board. When I was done, I scanned my short and brief paragraph.

Name: None of your business. Age: None of your Concern. Hobby: Nothing that should interest you. Your Favorite Pet : Obviously if your reading this you don't know. Your Favorite Color: Just in case, you glanced at this box. I'm going to put it out there and say you are pathetic for thinking I'd answer this last one.

I nodded a satisfied approval to myself. It was beautiful. I turned back to my phone to hear Tiffany still chanting on about...whatever she was chanting about.

"....Do you know what I mean?" I heard her sigh at least.

"No...?" I answered. Which was the truth. I had spaced her out during her on going dialogue. I was writing, my short auto biography. But with Tiffany. It's either her friend Problems. Or boy problems. To which in either case, does not interest me at all. Oh, Don't get me wrong. I'm a gossiper who talks her fair amount of , but that does not mean I dedicate 90 percent of my time involved in another person's life. Never. Not unless, they have a problem with me. To which even in that case, I just let them think what they want to think, while I take my nap and sip my almond milk.

Obnoxiously vain?

That or I'm just a lazy pig. Who could careless about societies depiction of me. Not that society knows I exist in the first place.

" Taecyeon needs to apologize to me first. Or else we are not going to talk-"

Oh. Okay. So this was about Taecyeon. Her On and Off and On again boyfriend. He was also her Arm candy.

Definition of Arm Candy: (noun) An especially attractive date, or other companion to a special event. Called "arm candy" because one locks arms with their "candy" (valuable possession) when they enter. A popular connotation of arm candy is a date that someone is using not to enjoy their company, but simply to appear important, wealthy or worthy of attention. The Male of this status is tall, older then the girl, and his features noted to be above average in appearance.

"Do you know what I'm saying?" She sighed.

"Yes?" I said. And paused.

"I don't care. If he's going to be such a stubborn . I'll just go to the party next Saturday with Siwon. I don't care what pictures he sees on Facebook" I heard Tiffany murmur. See, how a social network can be such a lethal way to spite those who had wronged you. And Tiffany's situation. Is only level one.

"Well, if that rolls your boat-" I began.

"Kendall. Your coming right?"

"Wait. What?"

"To the dance, you promised me. You'd go. You lost a bet" Tiffany implied. I blinked.

"What bet?"

"Remember, Yesterday. I bet you on the color of Jiyeon's blouse" Tiffany said to refresh my memories."I said hwangsaeg(yellow) and you said ppalgang (red)"

"That-"

"Kendall...A bet is still a bet" Came Tiffany's high noted chirp.

"Why do I need to go..." I tried my utmost best to whine.

"Because your always just staying at home, and collecting dust in the corners of your room" Tiffany accused. Which was not true. Girl, not every body has the precious life of not cleaning and mopping around the house. Tending to that kind of house chore five times a week, ensured that my room was a dust free zone. But then again, can cleaning be considered collecting dust?

"I don't know how to interpret your words"

"Just come" Tiffany tried again. Tiffany was not one to easily give up her nagging, and convincing.

"I don't even belong to that sort of setting. And it's going to be awkward for a dateless girl like me-"

" Oh!" Tiffany started.

I almost swallowed my own tongue when I heard her next question.

"So your saying, you'd gladly go if you had a date? In that case I'll find you a hot Date for the night"

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The Demon Lord's Bride.

Starring.

Kim JaeJoong
the Demon Lord.

Kendall Choi (Fictional)
the Hermit.

HyunA
the Succubus.

Co starring.

Tiffany Hwang
the Princess.

Taecyeon Ok
the Prince.

Theme Song

heart attack by Demi Lovato

Putting my defenses up
Cause I don't wanna fall in love
If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack

Never put my love out on the line
Never said yes to the right guy
Never had trouble getting what I want
But when it comes to you I'm never good enough

When I don't care
I can play him like a Ken doll
Won't wash my hair
Then make him bounce like a basketball

But you make me wanna act like a girl
Paint my nails and wear high heels
Yes you, make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand

You make me glow
But I cover up, won't let it show

So I'm putting my defenses up
Cause I don't wanna fall in love
If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack

Never break a sweat for the other guys
When you come around I get paralyzed
And every time I try to be myself
It comes out wrong like a cry for help

It's just not fair
Brings more trouble than it all is worth
I gasp for air
It feels so good, but you know it hurts

But you make me wanna act like a girl
Paint my nails and wear perfume
For you, make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand

You make me glow
But I cover up, won't let it show

So I'm putting my defenses up
Cause I don't wanna fall in love
If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack

The feelings got lost in my lungs
They're burning, I'd rather be numb
And there's no one else to blame
So scared I'll take off and run
I'm flying too close to the sun
And I'll burst into flames

You make me glow
But I cover up, won't let it show
So I'm putting my defenses up
Cause I don't wanna fall in love
If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack
Heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack - tack
Oh I think I'd have a heart attack
I think I'd have a heart attack

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Author's Note:

Well, I've recently been addicted to this song. And this is my second story so far on Winglin. But I'm wondering if anyone remember the previous one? Hehe. That one is going to be on a long haitus. Until I figure out what to write. As for this one. It's very fantasy and occult based. Hope you readers enjoyy ~

feedback and comment's are greatly appreciated.

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