' "The juice of the grape is the liquid quintessence of concentrated sunbeams."
― Thomas Love Peacock, ' The letter read.
Ally smirked, once again knowing exactly where to go. She turned on her heel and moved to go to a bookstore in the same mall. The place where she told Breannan her favorite book was Melincourt by Thomas Love Peacock, the place where she told him that his name was no longer the strangest one she'd heard.
She entered the dusty old bookstore, only to be met with yet another of Breannan's bandmates. "Congrats, I guess." He said before giving her a box of grape juice and a copy of the book.
She rolled her eyes at his cold exterior and opened the book to find another letter.
YOU ARE READING
Fruit juice
Historia CortaA short love story... Ally, ask any one what is the one thing that she loves the most, they will say Fruit juice. She honestly thought that was true, until she met him. Breannan, a cool boy, music boy, serious boy, not looking for a relationship he...
