Novel & Cerita Its Like A Polaroid Love

It's been a struggle to get his ass to focus but I get it. We pull into the parking lot at the station just as another car whips in next to me, almost knocking my door off. Before I can put a bullet in his head I recognize the little shit "Malachi put your damn gun away!" My sweet Lincoln snaps as he snatches my gun, puts the safety back on and shoves it in my waistband before kissing me hard. God I love his kisses. "Hey you guys snap out of it. This is a breakout" Jack snaps out. I sigh as I reluctantly pull away from my love.

It's a burning fire It'll be a wreck A bitter dream That makes you beg It falls like rain It turns to dust How'd you make a love like that last? --A Love Like That Katie Melua Lindsey's POV The door closer with a loud thud behind me as I grabbed a towel off the rack to towel my self off. The faint smell of burning pancakes wafted in the air and seemed to be coming from the kitchen. On getting to the kitchen I see Isiah's face covered with flour pinning Ang to counter with his arms about her, looking the very picture of a man in love.

He was enjoying what he was seeing and the ecstasy that flowed within his blood stream could not be explained. “I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it I love it, I love it, I love it I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it I love it, I love it, I love it I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it I love it, I love it, ooh I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it I love it, I love it, I love it”.

Billie Eilish, SZA, Olivia Rodrigo, all the artists who understood what it felt like to love someone who didn’t love you back the same way. “I love you, I’m sorry” played softly through my speakers. I pulled up the hidden folder on my phone. The one I should have deleted years ago. Us in his old Astoria apartment kitchen, making faces at the camera. Him shirtless, me in his t-shirt, both laughing at something I couldn’t remember anymore. Him sleeping, peaceful, one arm stretched toward where I’d been lying next to him. Me on his lap on the couch, his arms around my waist, chin on my shoulder, both of us watching something on TV.

Ophelia sat cross legged on his pristine white couch, his shirt hanging off her shoulders, her bare breasts peeking out. He handed her a hot chocolate, sitting beside her. She smiled, taking it from him thankfully. She blew on it. She heard a click, looking up. Adrian shook out the picture, the image of her appearing. "A Polaroid? I haven't seen one of those in forever." She remarked. He stared down at the photo. "I bought one last night. I was thinking...you look like you would be in an old Polaroid picture, laughing. No one would know who you are, just that you were beautiful."

Maybe that makes me sounds like a psycho but it's truly the only time I feel anything. I go back to the frat house several hours later feeling very unsatisfied. I head up to my room and lock the door. I open my laptop and find myself searching Violet Shaw on F******k. I find her page but it’s blocked. I try i*******m and her profile is thankfully open.

As Akira absorbed the words, a realization dawned upon her: it was time to confront Yuki and seek the answers she had been longing for. The phrase “Love is like a camera; we need to capture someone's heart to develop a relationship—make it a beautiful photograph” echoed in her mind, leaving a lasting impression. As her thoughts drifted back to the handsome guy she had encountered, she wondered about the kind of picture they could create together. Akira’s sudden outburst of enthusiasm about the phrase drew the attention of the entire class. Her exclamation, though heartfelt, left her feeling embarrassed and self-conscious under the collective gaze of her peers.

"Hmmm sob*sob* hmmm... no...hmmm...I don't like losing you, hmmm sob*sob* hmmm...why do we need to do this? we were so much fine before...why can't we be like before...hmmm sob*sob* hmmm please I can't let you go...Esther...please not like this..." "Ssshhh...I won't go anywhere...but I am just letting you go instead, you have a lot to figure and even if I wanted to help you I can't...what we did before is such a great time for me, I thought I hate it but I loved it when you keep coming to see me, those snatch kiss, all your gesture even we don't have a real deal to each other, even the label is missing, I love everything I have done with you and I guess I will love it again and again even...

Cammy picks up a Polaroid camera her dad got her for her 16th birthday,drags Alice wet and proceeds to take a photo. Alice squirms her nose at the sudden pull and smiles when she sees Cammy’s cute face. Cammy took the photo,Alice’s eyes were on her,her gaze filled with infatuation and love while Cammy smiled looking so adorable. The next shot was taken when Cammy suddenly pecked Alice. Alice froze to the spot, her eyes filled with shock as sparks of electricity flowed through her body. It was a casual gesture from Cammy but that spot on her cheeks burned throughout the day from Cammy’s warm soft lips.

Gotta keep her feel loved till the right time to start torturing her. "Hello?" Comes her sweet voice. "What are you doing, darling?" I ask leaning against my chair. "Umm, I am getting my nails done." She replies. "Are you making yourself more pretty for me?" I ask teasingly. "Nope." She replies with a giggle. "Then for who?" I ask faking anger. "It makes me feel pretty. Because I know you don't like me because of my outer beauty." She replies smartly. "Of course my sweetheart. I like you for your kind heart so I don't care if you wrap yourself in a plastic bag and come in front of me." I tell her with a smirk.