One Summer With You
Chapter 1 " don't tell me you really have nothing to do this summer". Jeremy looked at me as if I was doing something wrong. His brown eyes looked in my blue eyes. And as I knew that look.
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Chapter 1 " don't tell me you really have nothing to do this summer". Jeremy looked at me as if I was doing something wrong. His brown eyes looked in my blue eyes. And as I knew that look.
I don't want to be Another summer fling, Caught up in the moment, Making alarm bells ring. Your fiery summer love, Dwindles by the day. Your losing interest, Need another prey.
had a great day,. catching the sun rays,. with a guy I'd go as far as to say,. that he is the best guy I've known,. that loves me no matter that I'm insane,. lovely time in castle park,.
I woke up and it was really humid do I decided to go for an early morning swim.
We had been rambling on about the football team we both supported, Manchester United of course, and how Wayne Rooney looked like a monkey.
My swim was great, it was relaxing and calm. There weren't many people down there, and mum and dad decided to stay up in three room and unpack.
Artist: boys like girls Song: Thunder Album: Boys Like Girls Today is a winding road that's taken me to places that I didn't want to go (Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh) Today in the blink of an eye I'm...
The salty smell of the ocean The perfect ingredient to a love potion The way it tosses and flops The way it rises high and drops At any time of day Come right over to play Come together and kiss It...
These are all from different people's viewpoints now, so at the top I'll write who. TIFFANY He was a much faster swimmer than me. I knew that, and it was finally being proved again.
Nate's face sank as I looked across at him. His face was full of emotion - confusion, shock that he hadn't worked it out, rage and also a level of sadness.
Just a short one because I've got loads of exams tomorrow: "This morning we're going out. Charlie's got his parent's yacht for the day and we're going on it okay.
Canoe rides and laying under the stars can lead to a lot I guess. We kissed on that raft for a long time. It was only with in an hour of seeing you too.
The sun sparkles against me. My skin radiantly shines. Those pools of eyes searching. As our souls join and intertwines. Incessant rain plays me. A melody against my skin. Like you who drips upon me.
I've spend the last year angry, I never opened my mouth to yours. Under that Spanish sky, You were always running away, I wished to have the time of day, But we were both too damn shy.
Remnants of a summers day ending. Shapes rushing home, merging, blending. I'm feeling beat. Warm coffee outside. Position a chair to rest my feet. Stealing glances. Night advances. People watching.
Little blue shorts, My favourite shirt. Sun glasses on, I'm ready to flirt. He winks at me, I melt like butter, Perfect face and body, My butterfly's flutter. Just a step further, I'm ready to go.
Sunny days and lollies,. Strawberries and cream,. Nothing's as it seems,. I really can't get enough,. This is seriously hot stuff,. Kissing your sun-warmed skin,. Gently taking you in,.
Wooden. SCENE 1: Seed [A young couple are lying beneath a large oak tree on a summer’s day dripping with sex] He: You know you can tell the age of a tree by the rings.
Long blonde hair. Glowing tan skin. Electric almond eyes. Slender and bare thin. Lemonade cold like September. Flirtations sweet like June. Turquoise waves under the rapturous sun.
We broke the kiss, and he started to talk: "So, I said I had something to show you, and I do.
I went up to my makeshift bed, and changed into another outfit (which I'd stolen from my room when I knew Mollie had left).
Steaming sizzling hot. Ice lollie hits the spot. Sun glistening on skin. Relaxation setting in. Breeze blowing through hair. Walking without a care. Girls in tiny skirts. Men without there shirts.
I can now say you've lead me astray, remember last summer, rolling in the barn hay.
I don't think I've ever thought of anything being so beautiful. Not the most expensive stone, the darkest sunset or the earth's most smallest creatures.