The Night Is....
The night is young and so is he. The air around us buzz’s with rhythmic beating from Jared's beat up minivan, the one with the half damaged side mirror hanging slightly. We are enamored; the scenery around us vanishes to nothing but dark skies with the faintest of light.
And I See Him.
For who he really is beneath the thick layer of vain glory and trouble.
I see him.
But he doesn’t see me.
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The Night Is Young
Teen FictionI glower at him, but it’s soon replaced with a blush as he rises up and pulls me down to the pillows with him, “Stop frowning, it’s not good for your health.” “Neither are you.” “So we can both die together?” He teases against my neck. “What are you...
