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
Hawk . . . . . I zoned out what was happening at the table, my thoughts far away; well, more like a thought – because it centered solely around her. She really was amazing. And what she did today, laid further claim to that fact. “It’s amazing how people are able to glorify something that isn’t w
Ever offered food to a band of pigeons? Whenever I was at my grandma’s, I always enjoyed feeding the pigeons which always flocked to her backyard. I’d stay watching them after I threw the food in their direction; watching how they’d all scramble for it – each one wanting to partake. The students at
Hawk . . . . . When I was a kid, I asked for this really cool remote-controlled car. And my parents said an ecstatic 'yes' to my request, happy that I came to them in the first place. Nah, just kidding; it was a double, resounding, 'no.' And as much as I’d like to say I did the cute son face, making
“I don’t trust him one bit, but Jessica doesn’t seem to mind. So, when she said she was going to his place tonight, I just freaked out and we got into this big fight. And apparently, I should get the role model award of the year because my little sis thinks I shouldn’t be giving advice, as everyone







