HEY IT'S AVA!!!
As I'm writing this chapter, I'm enjoying tea. I just realized Kayla kind of inherited my love for tea. Whenever I'm in a bad mood, you'll know it by what I'm drinking. Ahahaha. But anyways, what i really wanted to say, is that I don't think anybody is actually READING my book. I just wish someone would comment, or SOMETHING. So, if you're reading this book, and you like it, it'd be wonderful if you answered these questions in the comments...
1.) If you could change anything about my writing style, what would it be?
2.) Are you actually enjoying the book? Why or why not?
3.) Is there anything I failed to explain in the story that you are confused about? If yes, please explain what and I'll do my best to incorperate it into the next chapter.
If no one answers, I'll probably stop writing this. I'm really enjoying writing this book, but if no one is going to bother to read it, I don't see the point in posting.
Sorry about this. I'm feeling really bummed out today.
but anyways, without further ado...
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Chapter twelve: A teddy bear fit for a queen
"Ya know, I love fair food," I told Cam as we walked back to the bed and breakfast after dinner. We had to go back and change out of our pajamas, and find something else.
We'd stopped by Etta's husbands mechanic shop, and the mustang was there. They said it's only be two hundred dollars to fix it, but we had to wait until the part came in. Cam looked mad about it the whole time, but didn't say anything to proove my theory.
"Okay," I said fishing two things out of my back. "Ripped jeans, or jean shorts?" I asked Cam for his opinion as I thought.
"The jeans," He said as he picked through his stuff and found a pair of cargo shorts and a T-shirt. I nodded and went down the hall from our room to the giant luxury bathroom to change and do my hair.
When I went back to the room, the sweet older lady that ran the bed and breakfast was bringing in a giant breakfast platter. She was talking to Cam, who was wearing a pair of reading glasses and with a really thick book on the table in front of him.
The lady was rambling on about how great it is that we're staying and about how thankful she was that her friends dropped us off here. When I walked in, she turned to me and smiled warmly. "Darling, you're so beautiful! I didn't really get a good look at you last night, you had your hood on!" She put a hand on my shoulder. "You remind me so much of my daughter. I hope the two of you stay togethr," She said, removing her hand from my shoulder and walking out.
"Thanks so much for the breakfast," I called after her, but she shut the door before she got the chance to respond. I turned to Cam, and he was eating. I laughed. "How can you still be hungry?"
He turned to me, his eyes magnified by the glasses and I laughed. He looked so... adorable... especially in the glasses.
"I don't understand how you're not. You only ate a pancake and a piece of toast," I shrugged, taking a mug of coffee and pouring cream and sugar in it.
As soon as I brought it to my mouth, Honey jumped in my lap, making the coffee spill all over the front of my favorite, off white, hoodie.
"Damn it!" I exclaimed, putting the cup down and removing the dog from my lap, shrugging off the hoodie. I rubbed at the stain with a napkin but it was pretty useless. My hoodie was ruined.
