TORN~ A tragic yet beautiful love story

Prologue

                   Dottie’s POV:

                 “Hey…” Jeremy’s smooth British voice said as he opened the door and leaned on the door frame. “Hey.” I smiled and hugged him. He smiled into my neck and wrapped one arm around my waist. He dragged his nose up my neck where he knew it killed me, and kissed my cheek. “Glad you could make it.” He purred in my ear. I pulled out of the hug, and said, “Where is everyone?” I set my suitcase to the side. He leaned off the door frame and said, “The TV room,” as he walked backwards, “I’m making us all dinner, so I’ll be there in a minute.” He smiled as he turned around, and said, “Make yourself at home!” I laughed and said, “This IS my home!” he chuckled and said, “Whatever Dottie!” I smiled to myself as I walked to the TV room.

Technically this was my home; I moved in with Jeremy last July. Just because we sleep in the same bed doesn’t mean we sleep together. I have been dating him since 8th grade, and I’m 18 now. Jeremy is 19, and he is a tall, strong, and extremely fit. Fit as in toned arms and a six  pack. Yea. I score GREAT guys. He has silky short-ish brown hair, olive toned skin, brown eyes, a bit of stubble, and slightly plump lips. And from those lips comes a smooth, low British accent; sexy yet soothing, with a deepness that never fails to give me chills. Like I said, we sleep in the same bed, but we both have boundaries. Well, I do, as I am a virgin, but he isn’t. It doesn’t matter though, I love him, and he is one of my best friends. I walked into the TV room to see the second of my five, best guy friends; Taylor. Taylor is hilarious, the kind of a teen child.

He’s 18; sun kissed skin, light brown hair, baby blue eyes, almost silver at times, and is also in good shape. He has softly outlined abs and thin lips that curve into a devious smile whenever he’s up to something. He has an American accent, and when he is serious, it gets deep and raspy. He was sitting on the couch, and I stood in the door till he sneezed. “Bless you.” I said casually. He looked at me and said, “Thank you.” And looked back at the TV for a second, then got wide eyes, jumped up and screamed, “DOTTIE!” with his knees bent and his arms open wide. I smiled big, threw my purse down, and ran over, jumping into his arms. He wrapped them tight around me and said, “How are you?,” kissed my cheek and said, “It’s been a while…” I chuckled and said, “Taylor it’s been three days.”He put me down and said, “That’s a pretty damn long time not to see you.” and gave me a half smile. “It was one family reunion, you live. Where is everyone?” He just gave me a big grin, and looked beside my head; shit someone is behind me.

Before I could turn to see who it was, someone hugged me from behind. I could already tell who it was by the rock hard stomach and pecks. Michael. I could feel his defined abs on my back; that’s how fit he was. Michael is the type of musky, mysterious, sexy, guy. He has olive toned skin that is tanned a bit, a chiseled jaw, dimple on his chin. Along with that, dark auburn brown hair with a bit of a wave to it. He looks older, but he’s only 19. His white smile, dark hair, and tan skin contrast to his emerald green eyes. He had his face in the crook of my neck as he hugged me tighter and said, “Hey buddy…” with his sexy, musky, deep voice, into my neck, vibrating in my skin. Most times when he talks, it’s almost at a growl. His hand massaged my sides as I said, “Hey Mikey…” and I turned around so I could lazily throw my arms over his shoulders. He slid his hands to my waist and said, “What’cha been up to?” he asked as he quickly glanced down me once. I chuckled; he was a flirt and didn’t even know.

Before I could reply, Taylor stepped in because Michael couldn’t help himself, he just flirted with everyone. “Okay okay, keep your personal bubble here. Zach and Sebastian will be here in 5 minutes, so what do you wana do??" I held up a hand the same time Michael did; both of us waving it like a 1st grader going “Ooo! Oooo! Me! Pick me!” and Taylor said, “Ummm… Michael!” and I grunted because I didn’t get picked. Michael said, “We could watch the game that’s on?” I pouted and said, “That was my idea…” Michael chuckled his deep spine tingling chuckle, said, “Hey,” and used his pointer finger to buck my chin up, “Don’t be a baby…” his voice got dangerously low. I didn’t even know a voice could get that deep. He winked as he walked by me, and I decided not to read into it.                                                                                               

                  Taylor’s POV:

                  I have to be honest. Seeing Michael flirt with Dottie pissed me off. I’ve been in love with her for as long as I can remember. We’ve been friends for 13 years, and she has no idea how much I care for her. I’m no Jeremy, so I could never amount to what she wants. But if she was going to flirt with anyone besides Jeremy, it was gona be me. Michael and Dottie were making their way to the couch, and instantly thought it would be a bad idea if they sat next to each other. I hopped over the couch from behind and sat in the middle. They took the other sides without thinking and we started to watch the game. “Come on… throw the fucking ball-GOD DAMNIT, THROW THE BALL!” I yelled as I stood up and threw my hands in the air. “Taylor,” Dottie began with her hand on the arm rest and her legs folded up on their sides, pulled into her stomach, “The quarter back can’t hear you when you yell at him.” I gave her a ‘whatever’ face and said, “Say whatever you want, he could listen if he tried.” Dottie let out a loud laugh, and Michael just chuckled as the only times he laughs is when stuff is REALLY funny.

           Dottie’s POV:

            Just as Taylor came back and sat down next to me, he sat his hand on my knee and said, “I’m glad your back.” And smiled at me sweetly. I smiled and said, “So am i.” and turned so I could lay my head on his shoulder. He sighed and laid his head on mine. Jeremy walked in and as soon as he saw me, he smiled and hoped on the couch, squeezing between Taylor and I. He slid down slowly with his arm around me. He moved his face closer to mine saying, “Mind if I cut in?” I smiled and said, “Not at all…” I saw him half smile just before he kissed me. He opened the kiss and put his hand on the side of my face as he kissed me again. We kissed a few more times before Michael cleared his throat. We stopped, and Jeremy casually wiped his mouth and smiled into his lap. “Sorry lads,” he began, “Got a bit carried away.” Taylor chuckled and said, “Its fine by me, just remember there are two other guys in the room and-” Taylor was interrupted by a familiar voice. “Make that four other guys.”

I stood up instantly; I knew that voice anywhere. I turned to see Zach and Sebastian. Sebastian has a distinct voice, so it’s almost impossible not to know it’s him. Zach is a sweetie, and he is also very cute. He’s 19 and is always smiling, or always eating, but somehow manages to stay in great shape. He isn’t as buff as Michael, but his arms are toned, and has softly outlined abs. He has dark brown eyes, and blonde hair. Zach’s family is Canadian, so he has a soft accent, to the point where when he uses an ‘o’ or an ‘a’ it sounds like a Canadian. Now Sebastian… OH LORD. He has a long torso that tapers into his ridiculous V-lines, toned arms, the sexy vein in his neck that pops out when he laughs hard or talks loud, and a strong jaw line. He has milky, pale, silky skin, natural jet black hair, golden brown eyes, killer dimples, and the most brilliant pearly white, perfectly aligned, Cheshire cat-like smile, that is always appearing from his perfectly shaped lips. His hair is slightly curly, some days really curly, some days more straight, and he’s 18. Now I love Jeremy, no doubt, but this boy is attractive. The distinct voice I told you about is, of course, British. It’s not only British, but the smooth, raspy, sexy accent girls fall for. He can sing VERY well, sometimes even preforms at coffee houses or anywhere he can for little extra cash. 

My eyes met his, and a slow formation of his crooked charming smile began. I hadn’t seen him in a few months, he was out of town. “Hey.” He said with his completed smile. “Hey.” I said with a big smile and a shaky voice. “Don’t I get a hug?” he asked w/a cheeky grin. “What? A hug from me? You must me dreaming.” I said sarcastically. He chuckled and opened his arms saying, “Shut up and get over here.” I smiled and walked over, sliding my arms under his, and he snaked his arms around me and said, “I missed ya’ Dott…” then rested his head in the crook of my neck, which was impressive seeing as he was a whole head taller than me.

            These are my five best friends. As they are all good guys, they have their problems. And so do I. All of us together is pretty fun. But when we’re alone, that’s when our thoughts settle, our emotions sit in, and then it becomes an entirely different story.

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