PARTY PLAN
3:05 p.m. Enter party. Greet people.
3:10 p.m. Meet friends.
3:20 p.m. Eat snacks and drinks.
3:30 p.m. Socialize or play some games.
3:45 p.m. Find Tyler.
3:50 p.m. Work up a conversation (maybe even a private walk).
4:20 p.m. Dance or eat.
4:30 p.m. Break.
5:00 p.m. Flirt with him.
5:15 p.m. Give him a simple sweet comment and leave mysteriously.
5:30 p.m. Talk to other guys in front of him to make him jealous.
6:00 p.m. Eat dinner.
7:00 p.m. Lure him into somewhere private.
7: 15 p.m. Make my move
7:30 p.m. He will ask me out, I will say, "Yes".
7:45 p.m. Say my goodbyes.
7:50 p.m. He walks me home.
8:20 p.m. He kisses me goodnight.
8:25 p.m. Happily ever after! ©
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"I need to show you something," I hold his hand.
I lead him to a backyard garden. I shut the gate behind us. We sit on the garden bench, next to the lilies. Lilies, tulips, roses, daisies, orchids, carnations, daffodils, violets, poppies, chrysanthemums, marigolds, hollies, and amaryllis surround us. It is as if we are in a pool of flowers. He picks out a scarlet pimpernel from the bush. He kneels on one knee dramatically, holding it out to me.
"For you, my lady," he says. "Nothing will make you more beautiful than a flower with your name with it."
I giggle at his cheesy but somewhat heart-racing line. I attain the rose and smell it. It has a wonderful scent of cotton candy and chocolate.
"You are so sweet," I remark.
"I know," he kids sincerely.
I giggle some more. He fakes a yawn and stretches, which ends up with his arm wrapped around my shoulder. We watch the sun set in the distance. The sky is a gorgeous shade of reddish-orange. It is a magnificent sight. He pulls me closer as if I will run away-I never will. As long as I am in his arms, no one and nothing can harm me. I rest my head on his shoulder. I inhale smoothly. The smell of his cologne fills my nostrils. The earth is so calm, so quiet, and so...perfect. I know this is the perfect moment.
He brushes his hand on my left cheek. The touch of his hand swells me with warmth to the brim. "Scarlet?" he whispers.
"Yeah?" I stare at his face closely. It is Clive's. I snap back into reality.
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Teen FictionPEOPLE CAN CHANGE IF YOU LET THEM. Scarlet Moore and Clive McNeil have been at each other's throat for over nine years, ever since he flushed her favourite pink bag in JK. However, in Grade 8, Clive changes into a totally different person. He is [m...
