"I didn't know you had friends like Isaac," Willa said in greeting. "I don't," muttered Jared. Isaac rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you don't. You have //one// friend like Isaac." His voice turned into this stupid mock whisper and he leaned towards Jared conspiratorially. "It's me, by the way."

"She looked of fresh youth, her lips the shade of red rose... her hair cut short but her eyes were of demise." -completed- Author: Catallenia NO PLAGIARISM ⓒ All Rights Reserved