READ MY NEW BOOK BURNING PASSION AND COMMENT FOR A FOLLOW BACK
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I groaned loudly. What the heck was hitting my window this early?
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It is not even six in the morning. I woke up at 7:00 on school days. Today was Friday. I have another hour. Screw you random nosie!
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It's a tree.
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Oh no, I know what that means.
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Vegetation apocylapse. Crap.
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I was right. Conner thought the zombies would come first.
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The plants...they're alive! And coming to eat me!
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Mom I love you.
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But I very well might possibly love Pop-Tarts more.
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Sorry Mom. I mean, no offense.
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I moaned as I slowly got up out of bed. It was too early to wake up and I can't go back to sleep with that sound. I grabbed my mace in case it was a serial killer or someone knocking on my window, and made my way to the glass. I looked out and couldn't see anything. It was raining pretty heavily. Opening the window, I stuck my head outside, getting wet in the process. Something hit me in the face.
"Ow!" I shouted. What was that? A rock? Is it raining rocks? Is this a hail storm?
"Dylan," a voice said.
"God? Is that you?"
"Hey dipshit. Look below you," the voice said and I turned my gaze to the ground.
"Conner, what are you doing? Oh my gosh! You're getting soaked!"
"Open the back door!" He shouted up to me, and I nodded. I crept downstairs, avoiding the steps I knew were a bit squeaky. I unlocked the door in the rear of the house and let Conner inside. He was dripping water.
Conner and I had been dating for a month and a half now. He constantly teased me, but was the sweetest boyfriend I could ever ask for. And hot. He was very hot. Our relationship was going pretty well.
"Are you insane?" I whisper-yelled as I handed him a towel. He dried off and shook water droplets out of his hair like a dog.
"Sorry about getting you wet," he apologized as he stared at the water that had soaked through my white pajama shirt. His eyes stared at my chest for a bit longer than I would like, so I crossed my arms in front of my boobs.
"Eyes up here, Conner," I said and then took the time to remove one hand to flick him in the head.
"Geez, why are you grumpy? Is it that time of the month?"
"What, no-"
"And here is sweet ol' me trying to be romantic by throwing rocks at your window," he joked and I glared at him. Gosh, he got on my nerves sometimes.
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Not So Innocent (discontinued)
Teen FictionSequel to Makeover, or spin-off but you don't have to read the Makeover, my other story, to read this one It seems as if times are repeating themselves for Addison, as her daughter, Dylan, a complete tomboy, is being teased at school just like she o...
