*Sequel to And When He is Here* She has this theory. One that says you can't be upset if you're dancing in the rain. She says that it's physically impossible, it's like all good things is stored up in little water droplets that fall from the sky. I don't really know how she came up with this, but I know it's only from personal experience. She says that when you're in the rain, no umbrella, no rain coat, that you have to be happy. Well, she's clearly never been in a situation like this. Because here I am, standing out in the cold rain, torn apart.

One drunken mistake turned out to be the best thing to ever happen in Maria Kincaid and Cameron Dallas' life. They had both their best friends Nash and Matthew move in with them. They had a baby. They were living the best of their lives... until everything went down hill. Will everything be normal again? Authors note: I was 11 years old when I wrote this story. I never expected it to get as many reads as it did. Please don't correct anything, I'm only leaving it up for memory purposes!

Blue eyes, 1 camping trip, the moon and the stars. I found a book called '1000 places to go to before you died', but it forgot to mention the one place I want to be most, gathered in your arms under a star stricken sky. WARNING: I wrote this book a while back and still cringe whenever I look back on it. If you can't handle a few errors in the plot or any other mistakes, I suggest you don't read it.