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
"So, did she fall for it?" Hawk asked almost as soon as I stepped into the music room. I didn't say anything, I just walked past him; all the while, keeping a morose expression on my face. "Hawk," I started weakly, while he just stared expectantly at me, seeming pretty nervous for whatever I wante
Goodbye, weird trash can. Goodbye, faded, black pole. Goodbye, newspaper man with the creepy smile. Goodbye Black Bean. Ok, maybe Black Bean didn't need a goodbye. I loved their coffee, and I sure as hell would be stopping by there again. And now that I thought about it, I also would still pass
Hawk . . . . . “I do not do that,” she protested, chuckling softly. “You just did it again,” I remarked, with a knowing smile stretching on my lips as I gestured to what she just scribbled out from the page in front of us. “Fine,” she admitted, raising her hand in mock surrender. “But you know I
"Hawk?" He echoed. "Yeah. I mean, we're still dating and all, and I'd be cheating on him if I were to have kissed you. And I don't want to be the girl who cheats on someone like that." That was true - I did hate cheating. So, that must be the reason why I didn't want to kiss Bryce. Of course, it







