The second drabble I wrote for Fourth of July Edit: I forgot to mention that this is a Modern au lol

"You've reached Westerden Ski Lodge, how may I be of assistance?" "Hey, can I rent some snow boots and skis? Maybe even a girlfriend, if you've got any in stock." "Awesome, do you want to order a life along with that? The gift wrapping's free of charge." "I'll take what I can get." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Short Story #5 (13/02/17) © 2016 evethespy. All Rights Reserved.

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Rose Weasley, perhaps she should pick her friends more carefully, or perhaps she is exactly where she needs to be, though she can't see why. Only a first year, she becomes all too closely involved with the unfortunate son of a lunatic. A boy whose past haunts him, a boy who trusts no one, a boy who is forced to wear a mask every day to prevent the world from seeing his tortured subconscious. Read the adventures of the witty Rose Weasley, the trusted Scorpius Malfoy, the determined Albus Potter, and the cool and confident newest addition, Vladimir Everard as they embark, or are rather forced into unfortunate complications to save a friend. The kidnap of a brother, the ransom for a life, and the betrayal of the trusted exist far too early in the path of our unsuspecting heroes. For what could have been an already exciting year of Quidditch, rule breaking, sneaking, stealing, and stalking takes a turn with the arrival of the morning post and the opening of an unknown letter.

Sixteen-year-old Celeste Blackwood has spent her high school years at an academy that teaches self defense techniques instead of P.E. class and how to crack computer codes instead of using the pythagorean theorem. She was taught how to shoot a gun when she was eight years old, and she knew how to take down a full grown man by the time she was ten. That's what you learn when you attend Briar Preparatory Academy, a school for young men and women training to work closely with the United States government. Things go south whenever a man by the name of Jasper Vegas seeks out vengeance on the school because of a dark past he has with the headmaster of the Academy. It is up to Celeste and her friends to find out why this man wants to see the destruction of Briar Prep. It is also their duty to defend it at all costs, whether it means life or death. Because when you are training to be a spy, courage is mandatory.

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As we stood outside in the cold, my mind wandered to freshman year, when I promised to help Andy with something and he said that he would hug me, but it would be awkward. I don't think that he wanted me to hear that, but I did and I have thought about it ever since. It had been two years since then, and what I did next I have no clue how I had the guts to do. Hey um Andy," I said hesitantly,"Can I uh.. Hug you?" Ya," he said in a soft tone that I had never heard him use before. Before I knew it, I had my arms wrapped around him, and his around me. I could feel his heart beating against mine, and the warmth of being wrapped up in his arms. Here I was, in the arms of one of my best friends, whom I had feelings for since freshman year, yet reality had set in when I realized that he could never be mine. I liked him. I mean I really like liked him, but he just didn't feel the same way. Will Andy ever like Alyssa the way she likes him, or will Alyssa's feelings ruin their friendship? This is a very short story. Let me know if you want more