Just Hanging Take Two. {M E G}

Samson F.V. Foley.

I stood on my ceiling, writing ideas for the book I am writing on a note pad. "Well I decided there is going to be a huge conspiracy where the characters are going to have their world turned upside down," I said to my monkey, Skylar. "Cool, I like it. You seem very... invovled in your writing,"
"What can I say I'm very, phil-philis-something that ends with sical," I said before continuing.

I was napping laying on top of the covers in my bunk. I woke up feelin refreshed and all good and shiz.Then I notice that theres a guy standing upside down on the cealing and that kinda ruined the mood.I yawned and tossed my legs to the side of the bed. I slipped on my converse and looked back up at the guy."Um..Why you on the ceiling?"I asked him.

Samson F.V. Foley.

I scribbled down some more notes before noticing the rather very hot girl. I shrugged. "Why are you in my room?" I asked. It would be a touche moment. I scribbled down some more notes before putting my note pad by my night stand. and dropping to the floor.
"And to asnwer your wuestion, I can only think straight when I'm on the ceiling,"

I facepalmed."Damn.Im really outtave it today."I said rubbing my temples. When I got sleppy I did some seriously crazy shiz.I stood up and brushed myshrit which was kinda wrinkled now."Im Crys.You?"I asked him,

Samson F.V. Foley.

I shrugged. "Sam," I said and jumped seven feet into the air, landing on a wall and reached up, using my fingertips and toe of my shoes to crawl across the ceiling. I flipped on the wall and landed on the ceiling, cross legged. I looked down at her.
"Son of Arachne,"

I chuckled.He looked like the biggest BAMF crawling on the ceiling.He was also kinda cute."Thas cool.You from England?"I asked him.

Samson F.V. Foley.

I chuckled. "How did you know?" I asked sarcastically. My accent was pretty thick. My monkey's Jamaican accent was also pretty thick. I smiled at the girl. "So who are you the Daughter of hm?" I asked

"Oh I dunno. A little birdy told me?"I said rolling my eyes.I chuckled."Ma mere?Persephone. Not that Im happy bout it."I said, my french accent slipping in. I mentally facepalmed. I didnt want to be associated with France cause everyone there that I knew had benn the biggest SOB's to me when I was there.

Samson F.V. Foley.

I smiled. "So I'm not the only foreigner hm?" I smiled. I had rusty french, but here goes nothing. "Eh bien bonjour jolie dame. Puis-je dire votre décolleté est probablement la meilleure chose à propos de vous d'ailleurs que le beau visage de la vôtre. Ça vous dérange si je t'embrasse?" I smiled. Yes I was pervy, but charming.

"Mais non" I answered to his first question.I laughed. "Oui. Mais tu es un bete."I said,grinning.Makin out with a british guy.Nice.