We pulled up in front of Mel's house with the ghost of me laughing still etched on my face, even though it hadn't been funny for a couple minutes now.
When we left the school we had gone straight to a Starbucks I didn't even know was here. Somehow we both liked the same drink, a Java Chip Frappachino.
After a few turns away from the Starbucks, we arrived at Mel's house.
It was a beautiful mansion, in what I could already tell was the good part of town, about three stories high, with a perfectly pedicured lawn and fountain that stretched about 7 acres out before hitting forest.
"Are you coming?" Mel asked, throwing me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah." I said as I got out of the car.
We walked through the front door and I was instantly greeted by the homey smell of cinnamon and apple.
"Let's go up to my room." Mel suggested.
"Ok." I said as I followed her up the grand staircase.
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I've been having major writers block so I need more inspiration... likes and maybe some comments?
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Bad Boys, Bad Girls
Подростковая литература"What are you looking at?" I said as I took a drag from my joint. "Someone who really makes me happy and I dont know know why." He said with the sexiest goofy grin I've ever seen. He then pulled out a joint and started walking with me.
