The next day Rose woke up to find Neil next to her. He was scribbling something in his notebook, stopping to look at her, and then continuing to write. Rose sat up and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Whatcha doing?" she asked playfully while looking down at his paper.
He began to stutter, "Nn...othing!" but Rose grabbed the notebook before he could hide it.
"Please, Neil, we all know your not the bashful type..." she went on to say, but then gasped as she read what he had written.
Neil's notebook:
I met a girl with hair of the golden sun and eyes of the ocean,
she outwitted, outsmarted, and twisted my existence,
The worst part is that she is my best friend that I adore,
but in the end, I want so much more.
For how can I pretend to just be friends?
When she makes me feel this indescribable, incredible way?
I think I love her because I know how far I'd go to keep her safe and warm every day.
Oh, how oh how? Can I tell her?
And can she love me back?
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Anna's Twist On Dead Poets Society
FanfictionAfter reading many of the works on here and on other sites, I wanted to attempt to write my own story, and I figured what better way to start writing than adding my ideas to movies and TV shows I enjoy. So here goes my first story, I hope you enjoy...
