MasukThree months later . . . . . "You are like a sunflower glowing under the morning sun, with the radiance of a fish skin under the moonlight." I felt myself smile as I heard him. I was used to this by now; it was Walter after all. His compliments were always so...innovative. One time, I heard him te
My heart was about to break out of my ribcage; that was the only logical explanation I had for the wild beating in my chest right now. Time seemed to move too slow – even though it was barely five seconds since I rang the doorbell, it seemed like five years to me. The door finally creaked open, rev
'We got that' "Hood love," we sang along, voices loud. 'We got that' "Good love." 'We got that' "Hot love..." 'Make me make...' "Boy you make me make bad decisions," I sang, grinding on Sam, with her behind me. "Oh Lord, save me from temptation," she said dramatically – her hands on my waist
"I like Jake," I remarked offhandedly. "Yeah, I figured when you were ogling him at the start of the movie," he chirped between chuckles, earning a playful shove from me. Although, I couldn't quite help the chuckle that escaped my lips as well. But when the throaty sounds died down, however, I found
"Hey, you screamed first," I protested between laughs, with him echoing the throaty sound from beside me; the both of us reminiscing our first rollercoaster ride together. "I only did it because I knew you wanted to scream, so I took the first initiative," he answered, even adding a duh expression.
Hawk . . . . . 'Holland and I couldn't work out anymore because...she isn't the one I'm in love with.' Thinking about it again just made me want to bang my head on the wall for being so lame. What was she – a programmer? So, what was with the encrypted message that I gave? Why didn't I just tell h
"Oh my god!" Juliette squealed excitedly. "That's so freaking awesome." "It's not all that," I answered, trying to play it cool. But one look at Juliette's face left my façade crumpled, and I found myself giving a small squeal too. "I know, right? It's super awesome." But it really was aw
"Who's Rosco?" I found myself asking. "He's my dog," he answered. "He was just messing with some of my stuff, he can get a little mischievous sometimes, but he's a pretty good buddy." "He sounds cute. I've always wanted a dog." "Really?" I nodded, wanting to smack myself after realizing
And from my dad, was an apology which I wasn't quite sure how to respond to, so I simply nodded, managed a tight-lipped smile, after which I let him pull me in for a hug. After a few hesitant seconds, I wrapped an arm around him too, although I was quick to pull away. So, yeah, we were good. I
He, however, simply shot me a playful glare, but his lips betrayed him in a laugh. And it wasn't long before I joined in. "We don't get to choose the kind of people our parents turn out to be. And sometimes, they might not exactly be what we'll like them to be. But no matter how they are, there i







