LOGINThree 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
"And then, he said he wouldn't have been able to do it without me. And he thanked me! Can you believe that SpongeBob?" I asked, my voice washed in excitement. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I believed it the tenth time you told me," he replied, smiling slyly at me. I shoved him playfully between sayin
"I know you weren't able to make it to dinner that day because of your sick aunt. How is she now? I hope she's better." I swallowed, words failing me. It wasn't because I couldn't tell JJ that my 'sick aunt' was fine, but it was rather because for the first time since my breakup with Bryce, I act
I stared at the man on the bed, trying to link him to the grandpa that Bryce described. But I won't lie, it was hard. Though he was in hospital clothes, he carried the outfit with so much style, that one would think he was in a designer's outfit. His face carried a bit of paleness to it, but it co
That must be horrible. Not knowing what to say, I chose to let him continue instead. "The operation is tomorrow. And everyone has been going to see him and spend time with him at the hospital. But I..." His voice quavered slightly now. Lost as to what to do to comfort him, I could only place my







