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I could not manage to smile back at him since I was trying hard to not let out any sobs. I texted my brother that we were having a movie marathon, he already knew about it. Actually, I told him earlier, but he always wanted me to text and inform him wherever I go. He was so strict as if he was my Dad, but I won't mind. My phone suddenly buzzed the moment Kolten started the engine. Zette's name had been flashed on my screen, signifying that there was someone calling me. She informed us that they may arrive late since it seemed like there were lots of customers who were wanted to buy the limited edition of perfume, they actually waited for too long. "They might be late." I said as I hang up th

~ “You're over my head, I'm out of my mind Thinking I was born in the wrong time It's love on rewind, everything is so throwback-ish I kinda like it how ya— Out of my league, old school chic Like a movie star from a silver screen You're one of a kind, living in a world gone plastic…” The entire venue lit up in joyful harmony, voices rising from every corner. The band’s harmonies blended perfectly, their instruments swelling behind the crowd’s chorus. For a moment, it sounded like a choir of angels had descended, celebrating Freya and Kenneth’s love in a heavenly, golden refrain.

Like, life or death serious. When we reach the front I smile at the receptionist and she smiles back, waiting for our names. "Lyra Mae Miracle, Elena Cobalt, Jackson Carter, and Maxwell Imlay." She smiles once more and hands us our schedules. Immediately, Elena grabs everyone's and her face brightens. "We all have English together!" she exclaims. "All of us?" I ask, surprised. That doesn't ever happen. Like, ever. This is rigged. Something is pulling at the strings.

'Why… Why don't I just die? ***

“ I love you too “ I love him so much that I can feel my heart stop whenever I think a future without him , I can’t even imagine my world without him but it doesn’t matter anymore because he was here , with me . Even if we fuck up this thing that we have now , no matter how much we screw it up .., I could feel that we still will find our ways back to each other . Because even if it wasn’t perfect - and laden with imperfections , it was ours to keep . He nipped my lowed lip and looked down right in my eyes with a blazing promise and sincerity “ promise you won’t ever give up on us “ I won’t because that was no longer an option , I would rather crash and burn than let him go . “ I promise “ a

"If I knew I had an audience, I'd have played it better." I don't think it's possible for it to get better. I haven't seen someone that plays the piano as effortlessly as him. Not me, not even Tara, no body. This boy deserved to be celebrated. Who'd have thought someone as weird as Alex could have an heavenly side like this to him. "You don't have to. That was superb." He did an exaggerated Awwwwwnnn even though I could tell he probably get comments like this everytime. "Why Boulevard of Broken Dreams? That's a very old song. "

(eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.” Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of My Perfect Mess. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* He has done it again. As if the first two times were not enough, I am once again shattered. Why do I believe him every time? Why do I believe him when he says he won't do it again! “Becca, please wait. It's not what you think. Let me explain.” “What is there to explain, Matt.”

Femi cannot think that I like his girl, the tense relationship we already had between our parents is putting so much on our family that we cannot afford to be quarreling too. “Wacko?” I tilted my head at my best friend who rolled her eyes at me. “Of everything I said, trust your brain to pick that one out.” “So that’s the reason why you are trying you hand at matchmaking?” I asked as Tomi shrugged. “It seems to be enough reason for me.” Tomi said as I sighed. “You suck at it.” I tell her as she throws her chips at me. “Food fight?” I asked her. “NO, you child.” She admonished with a giggle. “Since I suck at it, why don’t you give it a try?”

She found them naked on the couch, Andrew's body pumping hard inside the woman's body. “Don't stop! I need more!” That voice, she knew her. It was Amanda, the marketing girl who worked with them at the company. She dropped the bags of food on the floor. The noise made them stop what they were doing for a moment. “Diana!” shouted Andrew. Leaping out of the woman's body, “What are you doing here?” “If you had bothered to look at your cell phone, you would know,” her voice was broken. She wasn't going to cry in front of them. Amanda looked at Diana with a satisfied smile.