His Touch || Daniel Seavey story

the rogues

Liv.
maybe it's one touch that sets us apart from each other. one simple touch, that's all it takes. falling into euphoria empowered by something so small that alternates time and humanity.
this touch can be so strong.
it's power can set it off, the feeling of heartbreak and unconditional heart beats.
the feeling of butterflies is empowering but also gives humans a sense of fear.
i'm not gonna say that this time, this place, in a moment could make someone fall so deeply.
i'm saying the sense of feeling and falling are so close because it's all powered by someone's small individual sense of courage. now that is what takes our breath away.

"liv, liv, LIV"

"what"

"you were writing in your stupid book again"

"thanks olivia, cause my life is so stupid"

olivia abrahms.
my bestfriend since freshman year.
gold locks of hair tracking down to the mid of her back.
her honey eyes tuned with soft blue in the middle.
star necklace, pearl earrings, and the perfect figure. and her biggest accomplishment, captain of the varsity softball team.
we look like twins.

me, liv andrews.
brown hair tracking down to the mid of my back, eyes traced with green, surrounded with a light grey. you guessed it, star necklace, pearl earrings, and what perverted high school boys refer to as the 'perfect figure' . and of course my biggest accomplishment, captain of the varsity softball team.

we don't set ourselves apart from others, we don't try to fit in, all though everyone in school knows us as, the livs.

i go by liv, but olivia thinks differently of her name.

feeling the full essence of saying it, gives it more meaning, more worth. we're extroverted but always ready to have a fun time, all in the midst of maintaining a 3.25 gpa.

we wear t-shirts, nike shorts, and crocs to school in the summer, and long sleeve tees and leggings in the winter.

we're part of the schools cliques although we don't set ourselves to a specific standard .

jocks are the sporty ones, that's where we stand.

soccer in the fall
wrestling managers in the winter due to our trainer making us take that season off.
and softball in the spring.

we are part of a sports science program at our school.

both of us training to be athletic trainers, our dream job since we were kids.

but we haven't made it that far yet ..

i work as a front desk associate at my winter job, and full time lifeguard over the summer.

guess you could say being a lifeguard gives you a rush you can't get from saving an athletes life just yet.

and olivia, she works with her uncle and helps at her families pizza parlor downtown.

but don't count us out of the high school experience just yet.

us and three of our closest friends are known for throwing the best parties here in Ridgefield.

"hey, let's go we've got a party to plan"

"oh shut up zach, you just wanna get wasted"

zachary harden, we've been friends since we were kids.
ginger hair, green eyes that girls say 'shine in the light like emerald city.'

and a total fuckboy, absolute chick magnet.
every girl wants him.

i've learned to keep my distance.

"oh come on liv, you know you love my wild side"

"as if zachary"

"hey liv give him a break" kiara chuckled.

"nice to see you to ki"

kiara sanchez.
spicy light skin.
beautiful hair, body, eyes, style.
she's got it all.
she's just like me and liv except the name is different.

soccer, wrestling manager.
third and final softball captain.

"HEY GUYS WAIT UP" says a voice from behind us.

"you're late" ki snarks.

"yeah yeah i had a deal to do real quick"

"jordan you need to stop, i'll turn you in myself don't test me" i teased.

"haha funny"

jordan smith.
curly hair.
wrestler.
drug dealer on the low.

do i need to say more ?

*beep*

" finally..schools out, let's have some fun shall we?"

well, that's my crew. we call ourselves the " rogues"

enough of that, summers here.. and it's about to get interesting.

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ain't no way this book gonna work out like the boy did buttt well give it a shot -author :////