I was standing outside her house, a cup full of pebbles in my right hand, my outdoor stereo balanced on my opposite shoulder. I placed the stereo down after hitting play, the chorus of Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade floating around her house. I chucked pebbles at her window, gently singing along to the words that spilled out of the speaker.
Someone jumped into my arms and a flash of blonde hair was nuzzled into my chest and for once my heart wasn't beating in my pants, but rather in my chest.
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Cheap Chasity
Genç KurguShe was cheap like the 99¢ Arizona Iced Tea that she was addicted to. She was burning like the joint between her finger tips. She was sweet like the strawberry lipgloss she wears. She was beautiful like the words she writes in her note books. She wa...
