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
Four years ago . . . . . "Hey, sweetie." "Hi, dad," I answered, mirroring the smile he had on. Although, mine was not half as bright as his was, and honestly, not even quarter as bright. Alright, let's just say mine was a whole lot more tight-lipped in comparison to the grin he had on. But if he
I puckered my lips, applying a thin coat of lipstick, and smiling in satisfaction at the reflection in my locker’s mirror. And after I was done having one of those moments where I just kept my gaze on the mirror a little longer while going all: ‘damn, I’m gorgeous,’ I shut my locker, only to find m
School, sweet school.' Or maybe not. I spotted Ava's face contort into a snarl before saying something to Amaya, who being the loyal best friend she was, was quick to mirror Ava's expression; the both of them talking amongst themselves, whilst throwing 'discreet' dirty stares my way. When I neare
Silence - at one time or another we’d experienced a shade of it. But right now, I was certain I was living through all shades of it. Hence, imagine how thrilled I was when I heard dad say, “BHollandnna, wow! How have you been?” I was even tempted to go mum-style and say, ‘hallelujah!’ The prolonge







