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Magic Notions ~ Feels like a Dream I walked in my room, which was mostly packed up, only to find that Ashley was already taking over. "Excuse me, this is my room for two more days…" I said pushing Ashley's stuff back into the hallway, "You can wait two days, I'll be gone soon enough." Apparently they had decided they were going to renew the lease on their own, or perhaps they were just going to stay in the appartment until they got evicted. Either way, I was just happy that the lease was up and I was able to leave. Paying half the rent when there were five other people in the house was just ridiculous.
She didn't give me much of a response, though she began to shove her things back into her overloaded room. I decided it was time to make use of the deadbolt that had been installed on my door for one reason or another. I never used it before her family came, then I only locked it when I went to sleep, but now it seemed that I had to use it in the middle of the day which was ki
Broken Innocence - Letter 7 - KenyaDear Flame,
Our date last night was amazing. I can't believe you took me to The Old Library. That place was absolutely amazing. It was so classy. I'm really glad that I dressed up a bit, or I would've been so out of place. You really didn't have to pay for dinner though.
Flame, I'm really glad that you decided to date me, I had a great time last night. My heart is still fluttering from that kiss you gave me last night. I still just can't believe that I get to date you. This all feels like a pleasant dream. I feel almost silly writing this though, I'm acting like a girl it seems. I guess we know who wears the pants in this relationship huh?
I am a little worried about telling my parents that we're dating though. I think my dad might've seen our good-bye kiss, but I'm not sure. I haven't had the chance to talk to him about it because as soon as he was about to address me my sisters came down and demanded his attention. I don't think it
Broken Innocence - Letter 6 - KenyaFlame,
My address is on the back of the note, I'll be out front on the tire swing when you come by to pick me up. I'm glad that I can be there for you. I hope that this isn't too awkward, but would you like to... go on a date with me tonight? Maybe we could catch a movie, or go out to dinner? I'm sorry for being so forward. I just, like I said, I'm not sure how to act. You're going to have to help me out a little.
I mean you don't have to go out with me. I just, I want to know if this is something that could work, you know? It'd be my first relationship : ) I totally understand though if you don't want to, I know I'm really young, compared to you. I - god damn it - I'm really screwing this up aren't I?
Broken Innocence - Letter 5 - KenyaFlame,
It was great. I'm really glad that you like me.
Um, do you want company? I can come with you. I'm sure my parents wouldn't even notice that I'm missing. I really hope the implant works. Will it be genetically your brother's child, or are they having trouble even creating the sperm and egg to have a child? - Again, you don't have to answer. I'm sorry I'm prying again. I don't mean to be this curious.
Oh boy, I'm probably coming on too strong. I've never had a crush before. I really hope that you're patient with me. I'm hoping that I can get all of this straitened out in my head soon. I just feel so confused. I thought I had everything right in my mind and then we hung out. I just can't get you off my mind. I'm really sorry. I just don't know how to act around you.
I, um, I passed the test I told you I took yesterday. I even got all of the extra credit.
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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