Update sneak peek for Spike is Screwed. · 11:40pm Jan 2nd, 2016
It’s currently 97 degrees fahrenheit and everyone outside is definitely feeling the weight of the heat. Most of with choosing to stay indoors to enjoy the luxury of air conditioning. Or to the committed few who are determined to stay in shape are works out despied the scorching heat.
Though it doesn’t help when one doesn’t have the proper attire for such heat. Namely a short green hair had fell victim to it.
“Burn a the burgers she says. It’ll be good for you health she says, but I’m practically sweating to death!” Spike panted, his shirt damped in his own sweat.
“Stop complaining and just pick up the past you’re falling behind.” Gilda said, farthing ahead the path then Spike. “What wrong with you getting tired already.”
“Well I didn’t really come prepared you know,” Spike said irritated. “I have jeans on right now add that doesn’t give any air flow. You have shorts on right and a tee shirt of course you’re doing better!”
“Well it’s still your fault for making me chase after you after peeping in the girls locker room. It’s not me that you men- or should I say boy’s are pevs.”
“I thought we ‘pant-pant’ already ‘pant-pant’ discussed this....” Spike managed to wheeze out before falling over forward on the ground. “I can’t go on anymore.”
Gilda turned around to the sweat flop laying on the dirt quite annoyed. She still held her jogging till her shoes were right next to Spike’s sweaty green hair. She squats down staring at him bluntly as he continued to wheeze as if he was having a seizure. Rolling her eyes she attempt to get him up, by poking him with her nail hard into his skin though his wet shirt repeatedly.
Though it can with little to nothing responses. All that came out were just mere-meres, other than that he wasn’t moving not even a single twitch. She raises a brow patting softly with little to the same results.
When the wheezing came to a sudden halt Gilda growing concern came to an over hall. She pats visually on his back with more force making slaps against his wet shirt.
“Ua...Spike are you okay” Gilda asked, rocking his shoulders with one hand. “Come on you can’t be that out of shape. We only ran a little more than a 5K that’s nothing.”
“...”
“Okay, stop dicking with me wake up.” She then use her other hand and rock him harder side to side. She flops him over on his back then squat over him with each of her legs on each side of his body. Grabbing his hair pulling it upwards leveling to her’s, “I said wake up dweeb!”
“...”
“Oh hell.”
Yeah that's right kicking off the new year with updates and also art. Spike shipping to kick it all off folks. Sorry for being unactive with the updating. I do need to read some here more now that I think about it. I've been needing to do work alot with school and with the holidays and family. hopely I can satisfy you all soon.
I'll be looking forward to the update
Have you gotten my message about my fic?
3660939 oh yes i did. Found it while I was in a hospital waiting room and read on to were you have it. I left a comment on the site.
3661476 unfortunately, fanfiction wont let me see my reviews. dunno why. what'd you put?
3661894. At the time I was in a rush so I just put awesome. Though right now its pleased to see that she is not going to give him a moments rest with the teasing. Her uncle is the guy that is love by the readers by embarrassing her. And making hard for Spike to get laid with the death threats