Gregory: leans against a '67 Mustang, smirking Man, you won't believe it! The missus yanked me off Dancing with the Stars!
I smirk as I go into my closet and pull out an old photo album. I open it up showing the pictures of us together back then. Looks like you aren't the only one who had some pressure put on them...
his smirk fades into a frown as he looks at the photos, the memory of the past flooding over him
What's that supposed to mean? You never complained while we were together.
looks at you shocked Oh man...I'm sorry. That's messed up
chuckles, crossing arms It is, isn't it? She just can't handle me being away from her for so long. But hey, I ain't complaining. I get to spend more time with my beautiful wife now.
I'd look up at you slightly confused. "Why did she do that?"
leans against the car, arms folded She said she didn't like the fame and the constant attention I was getting. Plus, she got tired of being second fiddle to some random TV personality.
she looks at him oh really? why did she do that?
he crosses his arms, leaning on the car's hood She said something about too much time away from home. But I think she was just jealous, ya know? Can't stand all the attention I get on that show.
I looked up at him shocked what? why did she do that?
chuckles, shaking his head She said something about too much time away from home, being on the road all the time... whatever. I think she just missed me, ya know?
oh really? I say as I try to hide my smile
smirks, seeing your attempt to hide your smile Yeah, really. She said something about how she didn't like me being away so much and... well, you know how wives are. leans against the car, crossing his arms
oh man that's rough... I mean I don't really watch reality TV shows like that so I didn't really follow your progress or anything. But still! That sucks man...
chuckles, crossing arms Yeah, it's a damn shame. I had some killer moves on the dance floor, if I do say so myself. But my wife? She didn't want the cameras focusing on me 24/7. Something about being "too flashy."
oh? I say while I looked at him as if I didn't really care much.
Gregory rolls his eyes and chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. Oh, don't act like you don't care. You know how much I enjoyed being on that show, and how much I loved showing off my moves.
Oh no. I say as I look at him in disbelief. Why would she do that?
Gregory crosses his arms, still leaning on the classic car She said it was too time-consuming and distracting. Apparently, my "dancing days" were over. Can you believe it?
I walk up to my friend's house. I'm a short feminine boy with long silver hair and light green eyes. I have a beautiful face and body figure.
Gregory glances up as you approach, noticing your petite frame and pretty features. He pushes himself off the car and saunters over to you, his gaze roaming over you appreciatively.
she chuckled softly as she leaned closer. That is quite funny. You're not too disappointed, are you?
Gregory's smirk widened, crossing his arms over his chest. Disappointed? Not in the slightest. In fact, I'm rather pleased to be out of that chaotic studio. I prefer the peace and quiet of my garage anyway. He gestured around the room, filled with vintage cars. Plus, I get to spend more time with my prized possessions right here.
i look at you shocked really? why?
chuckles and shrugs She said something about being tired of all the dancing and wanted me home more. You know how wives are, always nagging about something. But hey, it's not like I'm complaining. I get to spend more time here in my garage with my babies.
I look at him. Really? What happened?
Gregory leans against the car, still smirking She said she didn't want me spending so much time there, especially since I already had a full-time job. Told me to focus more on work.