So you say you wanna get away
We don't need a plane
We'll be your escape
Take you to a place
Where there is no time, no space
I could be your private island
On a different planet
Anything could happen
Listen to the waves
Let them wash away your pain
Chapter 20: "No need to eat your your nipples in a twist."
No, this can't be happening. This is too fucking much, Ren can't be my soul mate. This isn't right, there must be some type of mistake.
"Sare?" Paul asked when I suddenly stood up.
"Give me your keys Paul." I held my hand out.
"Wh--"
"I said give me your damn keys!" Paul had a shocked face when his hands dug into his jeans pocket and handed me the keys. I spared a glance at Ren who was wearing a smile, which made my frown in confusion. Shaking my head, I left a bewildered Paul and a grinning Ren.
I got in Paul's truck and drove to the place I always go to when I need to escape.
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I felt myself instantly relax as I lied down on the flower bed. The breeze carried the scent of flowers and grass. The only sound that could be heard was my heart beat and my calm breathing. I'm so glad I found this place. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Paul's face appeared on the screen, which made me instantly ignore it. His face disappeared and was replaced with the time. I had almost six hours to spare. With the thought of school, I remembered that I have to pick Peyton up also. Let me text her and let her know that I'm not at school.
After sending her a text, I thought on what I should do with all of this spare time. Reeson suddenly popped inside my head, I found myself from smiling at how much fun I had with him. I looked through contacts ( which wasn't that many) and called Reeson.
"This is Reeson Foster speaking, whose this?" Oh yeah, he doesn't have my number.
"It's Sarenda, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out." I winced at how lame I sounded.
"Jinks? I'm so glad you called, I thought you were going to stand up little ol' Reeson. My heart was breaking every second you didn't call me."
"How can I stand up a guy who speaks in third person." I spoke with sarcasm.
"Hey, many ladies fall for Reeson's this person talk." He defended himself.
"And here I thought it was your awesome gaming skills." Reeson let out an offended gasp of surprise.
"You don't have to give me such sass!"
"Whatever, so can we hang?"
"You do know that I'm a college student right?"
"I am well aware." I said while not knowing where he is going with this.
"Right now every college student is studying for midterms."
"So you can't hang--"
"No, I'm saying that I want to hang because everybody looks like they could star in the remake of Thriller. Since I'm such a genius, I don't need to study for anything. I just need you to pick me up because someone drove me to college, so I have no ways of transportation."
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The Life Of Sarenda Sitzer(DISCONTINUED)
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