"Dance with me!" I speak as I drag him off the couch by his arms. His sleepy figure follows along with me as I move to the side of my living room. "No let me sleep!" He cries out as he tries to fall back down on the couch. I pinch his arm and drag him back up. "Nope you're going to dance and your going to like it. Come on." I gesture him to follow me. I go to turn the volume up before going back to him. "Fine but you gotta give me kisses first." He answered with a smile on his pink lips. I roll my eyes but nevertheless lean up and peck his lips. "Nuh uh, more." He grabs my throat and pushes our lips back together. I smile through the kiss as we break apart and dance. I'm loving this. ☤☤ Gabrielle Morgan. Lorenzo Colombo. Quiet boy and once Outgoing girl. Lorenzo, the quiet guy believes no one will love him for him. He believes people only want him for his looks, money, and toned body. His observantness will make him and Gabrielle come closer. Gabrielle, the once outgoing girl is no longer outgoing. She used to believe in trying to see things from a different view/perspective even. She used to believe everyone deserves happiness in their lives. Will Gabrielle and Lorenzo give each other chances to find that love and happiness they both crave? Or will they push each other away without even trying?

"Hug?" He asked in a deep voice that was too close for my liking. I turned around so fast I almost fell. "Hug!? You just tried to fucking kill me!" I screamed at him. He shook his head, "M-Me s-sorry" he stuttered out while shaking his head. He started mumbling to himself as he started walking back and forth in a straight line. Out of nowhere started to hit his head repeatedly with his right hand. I frowned and stepped forward, "Hey-hey, stop that! I said as tapped my metal bat against the wall next to him. Too afraid to touch him, but it didn't stop him from hitting himself in the head and sinking to the floor. "Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I questioned as I cautiously poked him twice in the arm with my bat. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes. "H-Hug...P-Please?" He asked in a strained voice. ~ 21 year-old Jupiter is a successful entrepreneur living in LA with her best friend/ business partner. Jupiter is a strong African American who doesn't take shit from anyone. She's classy, Boujee, Ratchet, sassy, moody, nasty and she's not afraid to show it. She's an easy going person who loves to have fun and explore. So, if she's so nice why would anyone want to hurt her? or better yet kill her?