ONCE THEY WERE WALKING
trough this familiar halls together.
Laughter following them, smiles painted on their faces permanently, eyes filled with light and happiness, cheeks flushed from joking so much.
Some days silence followed them, frowns, pained smiles—comforting ones, small assuring whispered, random hugs.Four people, four different personalities, four different interests—united forever.
People admired them, their carefree attitude, their bond, their love.
Who would have thought that only three of four would remain?"THIS BUGS ME.", STATED AARON
in a confused voice, pain hidden by his curious frown and narrowing eyes.Aaron Lawrence Wellington, smarter then most people, especially for his age.
The Wellington had darkblonde hair, light green eyes and was about 5'10 ft tall.He was there when his friends needed help, advice, someone to talk to.
He was gentle, a smartmouth nevertheless.
His family owns the biggest chain of hospitals all over the world, now building some in poorer regions on other continents.A sigh escaped the boy next to him.
"It's been five months now, Aaron.", he frowned, before adding,"It still hurts though."Elijah Preston Astor, son of Evangeline Astor, the most successful fashion designer in america.
The dark-skinned boy was 6'0 ft tall, chocolate brown eyes—which are to die for and a bright smile.
Raised by only his mother, the boy grew up more open to his feelings than his friends.
Elijah thrived in the luxury and loved nothing more to spend money on useless things."Shut up both of you.", grumbled a darker voice, adjusting the bag on his shoulder.
"My Ivi will always come back."Theodore Ronan Shelby, heir to Flynn and Leilani Shelby, owners of the biggest bank chain around the world.
He was the tallest out of the group with 6'4 ft tall and packed with muscles.
The heir gave of an rather dark vibe, stopping people from approaching him.
Theodore had dark brown hair—nearly black and eyes in the same color.
His face was sculptured by gods with a sharp jawline and cheekbones to die for.
The young Shelby was closed off, not speaking to anyone other than his friends and most of his family."Are you sure?", Aaron asked, gnawing on his bottom lip in nervousness.
Theodore grunted and looked at his friend,"If not I am forcing her and kill the bastard."
"She just looks so unhappy, it makes me sad.", whined Elijah, while pouting,"I miss Ana."
The entire students in the hallway turned their heads towards the entrance once they heard the clicking of familiar heels.
Walking through the doors, Ivana Rosalia Santacruz was seen with an emotionless expression on her face.
People always admired the girl from bottom to top, they kissed the ground she walked on.Ivana was 5'3 feet tall—with her heels 5'5.
The girl has brown hairs adorned by blonde highlights ending in curls at her waist.
She had glowing dark green eyes and plump lips to die for.
Her features were striking and her body left the male population to fantasize at night.
Ivana was a craving no one in the world got stilled by.
She was a rather sassy girl in general, but with people she loved—she was an absolute angel.
Oh and when she smiled, when Ivana Rosalia Santacruz smiled—people stopped to stare at it.She walked past the boys without even acknowledging or looking in their direction, while their heads followed her as she walked away, the boys wearing longing gazes.
One wanted his study-buddy,little sister back.
One wanted his best friend, partner-in-crime back.
And the last one wanted his best friend, meaning of his existence and love of his life back, not that Ivana knew.Theodore sighed quietly, watching her retiring figure.
It was painful and his chest was burning with an desire to catch her, throw her over his shoulder and carry her away.
Theodore missed having sleepovers with her, laughing, smiling, crying, talking and even arguing about the silliest things with her.
He missed hugging her, holding her hand, kissing her forehead and cuddling with her after having a bad day.
He missed everything—he even missed her cursing him out in spanish.Theodore Ronan Shelby just needed his girl back.
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Nightfall
Teen FictionTwo kindred souls meeting again, but not without any complications in the way. "Why are you doing this, huh?" "Because I fucking love you."