You Know You Love Me.
I almost feel selfish when I compliment myself when writing in Ben's point of view. Lol. Whatever, ENJOY <3 Chapter Two. Point Of View: Bébhinn.
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I almost feel selfish when I compliment myself when writing in Ben's point of view. Lol. Whatever, ENJOY <3 Chapter Two. Point Of View: Bébhinn.
This is just a little story I've been thinking about in my head. I don't know if I'll actually finish it haha... Anyway, it's part non fiction and part fiction. Enjoy c: Chapter One.
Chapter 9 (Why me still) "..."Race ya to the end of the street?" I asked..." "Okay!" Rose said.
Rosie entered the loud and crowed school, keeping her head down. She scurried off to her locker only to find a new dude stood next to hers, and a rather attractive one at that.
For the rest of the lesson, Kyle was all I could think about-he just kept entering my mind like a cloud that wouldn't go away(a lovely cloud I must say.) I stared at the clock, the hands were...
There was love then there was lurve. Me and Danny had the second, his solid abs were glistening with sweat as he made his way towards me, smirking as he noticed me checking him out.
That's 1,052,640 minutes. Well probably not exactly but this is where it is. The beginning of a new chapter in out lives together.
We were holding hands and he was my boyfriend.The guy was carrying my schoolbag as it was too heavy for a smart girl and he was boasting that he was not scared of my mum .
Two years ago today Ismael Navarro decided to do something different with his daily routine. Isn't this how a story starts. He, for some odd reason, wanted to come to my house.
My name is Michelle. I was born in a small town an hour away from San Diego. My parents moved to Modesto when I was three weeks old and have lived here ever since. I am the oldest child.
As the rain pounded heavily on the window, I decided it reflected my mood. I mean, how could she do this to me.
I will always remember when you put a red rose in my locker, or when I drop something, humiliating myself and you sneaking up behind me and whispering in my ear," it's ok, I still love you.
It was the first day of school. I spotted you in the halls and all I could do was stop and stare. You were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Nothing in my heart said you were wrong for me.