Hold On To What You Got Novels & Stories

Waiting for the next take. Forever.

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"Good weird. I keep waiting for you to remember the contract and jump to the other end of the couch." Dominic's hand found her ankle, his thumb tracing small circles against her skin. "The contract's in pieces on the coffee table. And even if it wasn't, I'm done running from this." The microwave hummed to life, filling the apartment with the smell of butter and popcorn. Maxwell emerged a few minutes later with an overflowing bowl and dropped into the recliner with practised ease. "Alright, what are we watching? And before you say anything, Ericka, if you pick The Notebook again, I'm leaving."

Rush's breath feel in my ear, "we are going to be better. Every person, every trust comes after you. We promise." "I hope you stick to your words from now on." I responded calmly. I was not angry at them. I knew that believing a person like Hailey would have been instinct to them since they had never even thought she had more feelings towards them than of affection. Though this was going to be my trump card for future. Every time they refused to believe me on something, even when it was, in fact, a lie, I was going to remind them of this time when I kicked their asses.

"You committed a crime; you became an ugly stain on our foreheads. You went off the rails in so many ways." Sonya nonchalantly pulled an unruly strand of curly hair behind her left ear. "I keep forgetting how many years did Robin Hood serve in the Sherwood Forest," she quipped again. "So you admit to cruising into Big Bucket?" Sheryl asked, her milk-white countenance perked up with an aha moment. "I'll only say, we never hung from any wires." Sonya's expression teased Sheryl as much as Sonya's hand teased the string of the tiny black beads on her neck. Sheryl turned to Akram with an arch in her brow.

“Hold these. And no matter what, don’t let them touch.” Brooklyn held the clips, her hands brushing over his purposely and red-hot sparks shot down her arms. Goodness gracious, she loved that feeling. She noticed the small smile slip onto his face before he let go and held his own set of red and black clips. Hunter attached his clasps to some part of his car’s engine before coming over to her and grabbing the clips from her grasp. His hands graciously covered hers as he gripped the clamps, sending more red hot fire straight up her arms.

____ Taylor Swift's Cornelia Street plays from the Bar behind me, and I realize I just walked into the bad parts of Los Angeles, or there's a party here. The song swiftly changes to Afrobeat, and a ghost of smile fleets through me. I keep walking, needing to be out of here, this chaos is not something I currently need. "Heyyo." I hear, and turn back to see a group of men, and women. "Looks like you need this." A blonde guy says, and throws a package at me. I frown, look at it, and freeze, neatly packed coke. I wait, for whatever reaction this action will cause, I wait, most have been minutes, I wait, and nothing happens.

When I went out to buy the many adornments that were needed, Tim was insistent on coming with me as he said, "Getting married is a matter for two. How could I leave everything to you?" It was certainly a stark contrast to Paul's apathetic attitude before, and Tim's words left me feeling warm and fuzzy inside. Still, I was conservative and dislike trying new things, so I stuck with the outlets that I frequented. The retailer was especially enthusiastic today as well, insisting on promoting new products even when I tried to leave. I didn't think much of it, and bought more stuff as I thought she was just trying to hit a quota. Nonetheless, as soon as I stepped out, fireworks cracked overhead,

You got to get up You got to get up and make a move 'Cause the world will never see you until you do No, they don't really care what you're going through So you got to show them, baby You got to show them the real you You got to give them what you've got No, don't let them see what you're not 'Cause you are strong, you are wise You are worth beyond the thousand reasons why And you can't be perfect, baby 'Cause nobody's perfect, darling But, no, no, no, there's nobody in the world like you What do you do when you can't let go? (Can't let go)

I need something to help get me through. Something chocolate.