Dreams
He couldn't sleep all night. And for the few hours he did all he could dream about was her.
It was stupid really. He hadn't had a real conversation with her, she'd only talked to him once.
There was something about her, the ways she sketched, how smart she was, how beautiful she was.
He groaned, he didn't even know her but there really was just something about her, something he couldn't explain. It was a pull.
He groaned again realising how stupid he was sounding.
He heard his doorbell ring from downstairs, he got up off his bed and jogged downstairs.
When he opened his door he saw the person he expected least.
There she was, standing in the rain, tears running down her eyes. She was soaking wet and sobbing like mad.
The first thing he did was grab her by the arms and pull her into his in a hug, closing the door behind them.
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First Love
Teen FictionShe ripped him apart, bit by bit until there was nothing left. Until she had him all. He fixed her. Over and over. He replaced all the pieces she didn't have with his own. He was her first kiss. She was his first love. And it was like a movie. Like...
