"I'm your Valentine!" You stare at her, dumbfounded. The gypsy's spell worked? She giggled at your confusion. "Surprised, sweetheart?" she asked. You nod, utterly lost. "The wearers will be led to their ideal companions, their soul mates or true loves if you will. And that is what happened. Of course, there are changes. You see Danica Johnson, you are my ideal companion! And I never realised that it was you, not Megan Percy; that cheerleading cow!" Your opened widened in horror. "Jake?" you gasped. She beamed and kissed you again. You melt in her mouth, before you pull away.
"Are....are you Jake, Jakira?" you stammer. "I was Jake Neville, but now Jacob Neville is my older brother. And my dear Danica, your father is still Matthew Johnson; but your mother's name is Haruji. And she is the youngest of 5 children of Japanese Deputy Prime Minister Taro Aso. You have 14 cousins, of which 6 are girls and 8 are boys. You and your cousin Rei are both lesbians (http://www.writing.com/main/interact/ite...). And your grandfather Taro is okay with that. Listen to me, my darling Danni. This is a chance for both us to find love! You are now part of an amazing family and we are both at Yale! You are studying mathematics and theoretical physics while I am studying literature. The gypsy told me in a dream and I woke up, I was like this!” she explained.
“Hang on, when we spoke, you sounded like yourself!” you point out. She grinned again, making you feel aggrieved before taking out her new pink phone. She rang it and you felt something vibrate in your skirt. Gasping, you pulled it to find a white phone. Annoyed at your grinning friend, you open it up. “Yes?” you ask, exasperated. She giggled before saying “I love you!” But the voice was clearly Jake’s; which was very disturbing. “What about Megan?” you enquire. She frowned and you giggled to your horror. “Stuff her! You’re my girl now!” she responded, caressing your hand again. Chills of delight flow through your skin like an electrified wire. The currents pulsated down your sensitive fingers to your dripping core.
“What do you think, honey? Are you ready to really live?” she suggested.
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