"You write pretty bad for a New York Times bestselling author." "Thanks. Way to encourage me to write more." "How about I take you on a little adventure?" "And what will I get out of it?" "What love really means." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Aurora Sitters: A seventeen year old New York Times bestselling author. You would expect her to be able to write anything and everything. But she can't. She is absolutely horrendous at writing romance. Theo Simmons: An ordinary waiter at Waka Diner. Can balance eleven dishes on one tray. Put these two together, and you've got something unexpected. Cover by: @textures

two cousins. two girls. a sleepover. and a night to unravel things they thought they already knew about each other. and a bed as a witness to their teenage-ry secrets. [copyrights 2014]

He held her hand in his own, his finger dancing in circles across her soft skin, "you know that place between sleep and awake;" he whispered, "that place where you can still remember dreaming?" His grip tightened around her small frame, his eyes boring into hers, "that's where i will always love you... that's where i will always be waiting." © tilmorning.

[ 10/30/2014 - General Fiction #152 // Short Story #177 ]-- ❝ I love you.. you love him. ❞ ❝ I love you.. you love her. ❞ It's when written words are better left unsaid... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- © 2014 by Krazytine. All rights reserved. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

❝ the worst way for friendships to end is for literally nothing to go wrong. you just stop talking.❞