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"Come back... come back quickly! I need to make a wish!" But after what felt like an eternity, there was no response—only the heavy sound of Ben's breath and Dean's own sobs filled the room. "Why isn't he here?" Dean thought desperately. "Am I not desperate enough? Is this not despair enough?" Dean's gaze slowly lost focus, his strength draining away with each passing moment, consumed by fear and despair. At this moment, he was left with nothing but his underwear, he was only one step away from complete humiliation.

My eyes catch theirs; faces of awe and love. I feel my frightened look change and stretch into one of happiness. Dean is in a simple black tuxedo; with a silver tie, whereas Holden's donning a grey tux with with the stripped black and silver tie I bought for him recently. They look so handsome. So damn sexy. Just then did I realise the song playing was the one I'd begged the guys to let me have; Pachelbel's Canon. Tears spring to my eyes as emotion overwhelms me. God I love them so much.

I believe in you, now it’s your turn. – Natalia Harhaj Dean and JD texted and spoke often. Each would send pictures and memes back and forth. At one point, he got caught sending a selfie of him at practice. “Who the hell are you texting?” Craig asked. “My girlfriend.” JD said it without thinking and thought that it was the right answer. “Is she hot?” One of the freshmen asked and Deon pushed the kid into the pool. “Is she hot?” Deon asked with a grin.

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

He chuckled before extending his right hand to me, "I'm Deacon." I looked down at his hand and rolled my eyes while downing another shot, "Ivy." Deacon dropped his hand but kept his smile, "Actually, I'm a professor at Monterey Peninsula College. I teach art." "Good for you, Professor," I faked. "You have an aura about you," he studied, "You seem sad but angry. Strong, but cracked in some parts. Cold, but kind." "Any other words for what you think I am?" I growled.

I walked towards my dorm. Every now and then I stretch my stiff muscles because I am tired of working to help the nurse all day. It's been two weeks I haven't gone to campus. The reason is simple, I'm not in a good mood to study. Crazy indeed. .yeah, let's just call me crazy Ella. I chose to spend my time in the monastery -- helping out whatever I could to the nuns, no matter how broken my bones were. Super Junior's No Other is ringing loudly on my cell phone. .Yes, I just changed my ringing tone, it's still Super Junior's song to cheer me up.

asked Alina back. Hearing this made Alex smile crookedly. "Of course to see my nephew. Hey, don't call my nephew your nephew too." replied Alex sarcastically. Alina, who heard these words, immediately did not accept it. She then kicked Alex's 'future'. "Taste it, Pretentious Uncle." Alina said then left Alex who was in pain. Alex was holding his 'future' while groaning in pain. "Watch you." shouted Alex. ***