Pomeranians Stories

Another pomeranian poem!

About Pomeranian puppy's 😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😒🐶

"What's your name?" he asks. "Ky," I simply answer. "What's your full name?" "It's actually Skylar Jane Reynolds, but, everyone calls me Ky." I continue looking straight ahead, waiting for the bus. I hate eye contact. "Why? Skylar is a beautiful name. Makes sense why your mother picked it for you." "What do you mean?" I ask confusion clear in my voice. "A beautiful girl deserves a beautiful name." I blush. We just met and he's calling me beautiful? I look down at my Converse. "Actually, my dad picked it, but anyway, what's your name?" I find the courage to finally look up. His hair is still covering his eyes. "Mine? Matthew Sage, but you can call me either Matt or Matty or Mr. Wise," he says all cocky with a smirk on his face as he flips his hair out of his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes! If only he knew why his blue eyes will forever enchant me....

Freya Rolay, a fifteen-year-old girl, and Jackson Wane, a sixteen-year-old boy, decide to go to the mall to hang out. However, certain events distract them from their ultimate goal.