We lie there silently, me trying to stare at everything but him, while his breath evens out.
"Like the view? He winks.
Groaning, I elevate off the ground. Wiping the strands of dirt off my jacket, my objective is to distance myself as far away from him as possible. He starts to snicker/call my name and say 'wait' as I pass him with no intent of looking back.
He's a bunch of bull. No wonder Peters wants him dead. He is a complete waste of time and energy.
Hours pass and I'm still on the path that looked the same three millenniums ago.
Ugh, you've been walking for ages. We've lost him. Let's take a break.
I spot a decaying log over near the bank. It's soggy but durable. A tiny, orange fish swims by me. Then another. And another. Soon, the entire family joins what I'm considering the Patriarch of Fishies in a dash towards wherever. Some even running into others, resulting in them looking like they melded together.
I wish you all the best of luck fishes.
Bubba, (yeah i named him)leads the family into the distance. The pretty collection of orange mosaic soon becomes a memory and I meet myself.
I meet her.
"All the best of luck."
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Black Temptation
FanfictionEver heard that saying, "There's three sides to a story: His side, Her Side, and The Truth." Well, McKenzie gets more than she bargained for when she falls—literally—for a millionaire race car driver by the name of Harry. Their worlds are flippe...
