Novel & Cerita More Than You Know

“I love you, so much. You don't have to worry. Everything will be fine.” “I know. I just don't know when.” THE END

Still, there was a familiarity in the voice that took him back. “Not much,” Luke replied, leaning forward again, his hand running through his hair. “Just been busy.” “Same here,” Kade said, with a light laugh. “It’s been a while though. You still alive, man?” Luke chuckled, “Yeah, barely. So, what’s new with you?”

As she talks to herself infront of the mirror, Mom comes out of the bathroom. “Who is “he”?” “He?” Izzy is startled. “I’m sure I heard you say he”. Mom assured her of what she had heard. When Izzy saw that Mom might have heard what she said, she had to nip it in the bud. “Think Izzy…think!”. “Oh he……he…….he…….? It’s a song?? A new one. I don’t know it so well so I mix the words. That must’ve been what you heard”.

I knew we were exclusively dating as we had talked about it, we just hadn't labelled ourselves yet. When we arrived at Blake's mothers house, she was standing in the drive way with her arms crossed, looking slightly annoyed. I looked over at Blake he said "oh, no. She's not happy because we are late, we shouldn't have stopped to let you go to the bathroom" at the time I didnt respond because I think I was deafened by the nerves.

I was lucky this time. " Good to know finally know your impression of me." I don't know why, but I have a feeling that this is the start of a wild ride. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

Don't know whose it is. But, isn't there anyone in this house besides me? So what I hit is... Who? ***

he teased. "Why can't you be normal like everyone else? " I yelled. "Normal? What's that ?" he smirked at me. "You know the opposite of you dickhead." I yelled clearly frustrated. "I like me, I'm not boring like the guy you used my account to stalk..." I froze when those words crawled out of his lips, how the hell does he know that? "How do you know that..what are you talking about? " I yelled poorly managing my words.

An unknown number. One message. UNKNOWN NUMBER: You just made it worse.

17th July --- “Ding dong I know you can hear me Open up the door I only want to play a little” A young girl was busy crouching on the ground as she taps the soil with a shovel three times in those three mounds of dirt that appears like Mountains of dirt and sands. She made sure it was the exact same size because, for her, everything should be organized and perfect.

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