Hey peoplee!
I randomly came across my Wattpad account and realised how much I miss it, so I just wanted this chance to, well, not continue the book exactly. I found a lot of random unfinished chapters on my phone that I never ended up uploading.
So, I'm gonna do that now. It'll probably all over the place and hardly tolerable but oh well, here goes.
Rant much?
Have you ever seen a really vicious looking bear, one with drool hanging from it's mouth and eyes that hold so much intimidation that you want nothing more than to run to the furthest corner of the room? Yes? Well, have you ever seen that violent animal do something so innocent and against it's nature that it forces you to change your first opinion with in a second? No? Me neither, not until today when that just happened to be the feeling that washed over me when I arrived home.Expecting the apartment to be empty, I gaped in surprise as soon as the door to my room swung open.I halt, gawking at the beautiful sight with my eyes bulging and my lips parted in awe.There, sitting on the furry textured rug facing each other are Emily and Cole. But that's not the best part. In Cole's hand is one of Emi's petite dolls, it doesn't take me long to decipher that they're playing with her doll house. Cole excuses himself in a kind of adorable falsetto tone and walks his doll into the tiny bathroom, causing Emily to chuckle.
The sound of their laughs lingering in the air was just below enough to help me suppress an 'awww'. I honestly just want to melt. Which I practically do as I slam into the wall that I was planning to lean on.Cole's head snaps up to find what made the sound. When his eyes linger on mine his smile falters. God dammit why?!For some idle reason heat was rising to my cheeks and I had to remind myself that it's Cole, the guy who continues to get on my nerves and irritates me constantly. Although the foreign feeling was surging through me and wasn't holding back no matter what I tried to convince myself. So, I did the only thing I wanted and actually allowed myself to do, I sit down beside Emily who greets me with a hug, her movement tentative as she notices the slight tension in the room. "What are you doing?" Cole asks irritably when I heft one of the dolls. This might not exactly be one of his most tolerant moods."I'm going shopping." I respond mimicking Cole's falsetto voice before picking up a tiny scarf and dramatically throwing it over the doll's neck.
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"Ugh! What is going on with you today?!" I shout at the man in front of me once we had put Emily to sleep. I knew his behaviour was too good to last. "Why did you go out with Will?" He fires back for the thousandth time today."Not this again! It was a date, what is your problem?" The cool breeze sends a shiver scarcely through me.Without responding, he only opened up Landen's balcony shed and pulled out a pair of binoculars. He stood at the edge of the railing, raised the binoculars to reach his face and braced it against his eyes. "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing." Cole replies, surprising me in the slightest because I wasn't expecting an answer at all. I took this as an opportunity to gather a bit of information about him... and maybe use some of it in my newest article...
"Do you live in the tattoo shop?" I ask, hopefully making the question sound a lot less creepy than it did in my head.
"...yes?" He replied after giving me a sceptical look.
"With Will and the other guys?" I continue, mentally noting everything he says down.
"Uh-huh."
"That's cool."
"Yup."
"Are you poor because you never get any customers?"
Cole just sends a glare in my direction. "No more questions Alana, please." He says, his voice calm and low as if it rises anymore, I'll snap like a piece of glass. Like I'm the short-tempered one.
"Why are you answering them then?"
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Outlawed (Cole Pendery)
Novela Juvenil"Do you love him?" The question repeats thoroughly in my mind. A tough question, not only because I'm unsure, but because there is kind of a lot of pressure right now. "Yes, yes I love him! Now please... stop." My voice is hollow, refusing my plead...