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Missed Me, Missed Me, Now You Gotta Kiss Me by MusicxXxGuru
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Piper Smithson and Liam Nelson were best friends. That was when they were seven and eight years old. Since moving away from small town Lewisburg , Tennessee , Piper has gone on to bigger and better things in her young, teenage life. She's evolved from a stubborn, mean little girl into a kind and sympathetic teenager. Moving away from that hick town was the best thing that happened to her! Until Daddy loses his job and they have to move into their summer home--which, coincidentally is their old house in Lewisburg, that Piper had no idea about. Immediately, her old, stubborn 'tude is returning with news of the move and only worsens when she literally bumps into Liam, though she doesn't recognize him. He's arrogant, he's country, he has an annoying accent and says "y'all" and "ain't" all the time. He, on the other hand, falls right back into being friends with her, easily charming her. Underneath his arrogant, cowboy exterior there's something special. Piper just has to open her eyes and see beneath the surface to figure that out. She never claimed to be a fast learner, though. But there's a reason in everything. There's a reason Piper's father lost his job, and there was a reason he kept the old house. There was a reason Piper found Liam again.
BACK TO YOU (Fully Updated) by rainthereader
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"Cay, will you look at me?" I turned around and lifted my eyes to look into his. His arms were braced on the counter and he was looking at me sideways. The glow of the light coming from the living room and into the kitchen gave his face an otherworldly impression. I waited for him to continue. He closed his eyes and sighed, "Cay... Just so you know... I wanted to do it. Right there, a while ago. But you know why I couldn't, and why we shouldn't." There was a pain in my chest at his words. But I just gazed at him, unsure of what to say. He was right. It would be a mistake. And no matter how many times my weak heart and frail mind wanted him to kiss me, it would be selfish, not to mention immoral. In the end we would both regret it, and that would hurt the most. © rainthereader 2012 All Rights Reserved