Dylan
I couldn't take it. I was practically using for my phone as a distraction.
Then, she starts running, and she tells me she can talk to Mark even when he's dead, W. T. F.
"Are you serious?" She nodded. "Is he um... like... you know... saying something now... talking to you?"
Somehow, Mark's presence here, made it creepy, if he was here watching me hang out with his girlfriend... I wouldn't even think of the consequences.
Thank heavens she shook her head in dismay. "Then why did you run off just now?"
"I was just thinking......" that was her answer, "That's all? Run-thinking?"
"Yes, Dylan. Yes." It hinted her frustration so I decided to shut my mouth up. I thought of an idea and pulled her to the ocean, "Come on!" I yelled excitedly. She followed reluctantly as I splashed her with the icy cold water, allowing her to squeal in shock. "Dylan!"
"Ye?"
"Stop! It's cold in here, let's get out." I nodded, "Fine, Miss no fun."
"Oh, do me a favor and do shut up." She grunted as I removed my shirt exposing my bare chest and she gaped, "Like what you see?"
"What the---" She seemed to break away from the 'spell', "No... I was just shocked about you removing your clothes in front of me." She covered her eyes. "You can just look, you know, I don't plan on putting it back on." She groaned but opened her eyes, glaring at me as I squeezed dry the shirt, draping it over my shoulder. She stared into the horizon, unable to look at me, I noticed her dress had been exposed to transparency revealing her bra slightly.
"Now is my turn to ask, enjoying what you see?" She whirred.
"Yes, very much."
"Quit looking."
"Aw don't be so mean."
"Stop being a jerk."
"What's the deal?"
"It's just..." she looked at me, her hazel eyes were a melt of autumn leafs, fending off the winter frost. Freckles, light and delicate, sprinkled softly on her fair cheeks. Waves of brown hair that refracts gentle lights, penetrating it's smooth layers. She looked like the goddess of autumn. "nobody has ever looked at me the way you do, nobody other than Mark."
"So?"
"I'm grateful for you, Ala." Nice, she just called me a bitch, this girl has some nerves and guts.
"You too, aloha." She didn't glare at me this time, instead she replied, "Essere con me?" Stay with her? Of course! Even though Italian isn't one of my strongest languages, but somehow I nodded, "Always!" She grinned. "What if I said I was just joking?"
"F---" Her glare was cute and almost ignorant every time she figured someone was going to curse, "For goodness sake..." I smirked, at least I tried. "Don't joke around!" She punched me in the stomach and ran to the streets, "Get back here, hue hue!"
"In your dreams!" She yelled over the howling wind and followed after her.
Brayleigh
"Over my dead body!" I yelled. "It won't be fun if you're dead." he replied.
"You seriously don't want to do this."
"I need to get to know you more." Dylan reasoned.
"Not my shitty life."
"Come on. Just ten..." Emily battered her eyelashes and pleaded. "Fine, why do I always have to give in to you?"
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Romance(EDITING) (on-going) A girl broken by the death of her brother and her best friend seems fine on the outside but is torn from the inside. A boy struggling to handle the death of his girlfriend looks like he's on a good path of recovery but soon fal...
