{hayes}
"was in 5th-6th grade I hated life. I just wanted it to all end. I sat all by myself at lunch. I had no friends. I was the 'nerd' or 'freak' who sat in the back of the class reading. But one day my sister, the perfect, hot, sister helped me out. She gave me contacts to wear instead of glasses, she brought me to the salon to get my hair highlighted with light blonde streaks, she took me to get my nails done, she did my makeup to perfection, and she bought me new clothes. And when I went to school after that everything changed, the boys wanted to date me, the girls wanted to be my friend" She said looking down.
"Wow" I said in amazement.
"You think my sister is hot don't you" she laughed.
"Yeah, but you'll always be my favorite hot sister" I smirked and wrapped my arms around her small torso.
"You smell good" she laughed.
"Oh yeah, like what"
"Cologne and something else but I just can't put my finger on it" she looked up at me. Her eyes twinkling.
"Sweat?" I laughed.
"Probably" she smiled.
I tilted my head to look at the clock on the night stand. It read 11:03.
"It's getting late Are you tired?" I asked her.
"Yeah a bit" she said.
"Okay" I said dragging her over to our bed. I fell onto the bed and she sat down next to me.
We just sat there in complete silence, but it wasn't an awkward silence, it was a comfortable silence, just enjoying each others presence.
She slowly snuggled up into my chest.
I looked at her she was so amazing.
{dani}
I looked up at him, he was so beautiful, boys aren't supposed to be called beautiful but my god he was beautiful.
Our faces were inches apart from what I could see out of my tired eyes.
His breathe felt warm against my flushed checks.
He slowly leaned in, as did I, of course.
Soon we were kissing, our lips moved in sync just like to people dancing the tango.
That's the last thing I remembered as my eyes slowly shut.
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Rejected (A Hayes Grier FanFiction)
Fanfic"I think she was afraid to love something. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that are concrete. Like the ocean, Something you could point to and know what it was.... And I think that's why she struggled with love. She couldn't t...
