They were laying on a blanket in the backyard, staring up at the stars, which were barely visible because it was a cloudy night. The wind whistled around them, but they weren't cold; they had each other. They were talking off and on, so it wasn't weird when he asked a random question as the few visible stars flashed above.
"Why do you like the dark so much?" He asked her, knowing he'd get a response because he was aware that she knew the darkness would hide his reaction from her.
"Because, when it's nighttime, its dark, and we don't have to worry about anyone but ourselves. Plus, the darkness hides us in a sense, and I like the idea of being hidden from other people for awhile," she replied.
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Excerpts From Books that I'll Never Write
Teen FictionJust a book full of wanna-be stories :) except if you skip to 101 or 102 it's just me complaining because I'm a mess and no one reads this. it basically sucks. The feeling explode on excerpt #102, I strongly suggest starting there.
