Deactivated Beauty

Deactivated Beauty

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'There she was, in a chair, unmoving. The same as I remembered her. Yet somehow, she was different. She was still so pretty that it made my heart yearn for her, but she seemed so...lifeless. I made up my mind. A glimpse of her isn't enough. I needed to save her.' Liam. Your average 16 year old teenager. Other than being the Prince of Fondeva with a bazooka for a left arm, of course. But after finding out that the girl (Okay, robot) he met at a party had been captured by an enemy country to be used as a war weapon, he did the sensible thing. He went on a quest to find her. And this, is his story.
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As I was opening the door, a hand fell on mine, shutting it back. I could feel his presence behind me and I let out a shaky breathe. Then his face was next me. "Are you avoiding me?" He whispered. I quickly shook my head. _______________________________________ I stopped in my tracks when I saw who was sitting on his motorcycle waiting for me outside. I gasped. He looked up from his phone and grinned. "Y-you waited." He shrugged. "How else would you have gotten home. I wanted to make sure you were okay." "But your extra classes-" "Forget it, I was late anyway, princess." He took my hand to help me onto the bike. He sat down as well an I was already grabbing him tight. I can't let go of someone like him. ___________________________________________ "What?" I breathed out. I felt heated breaths on my face which startled me. Instantly, my eyes fell open. Quentin was gazing down at me... but not at me? How do I write this? It was like he was dazed a bit, staring down at something else attached to my face. And that 'something else' was very close to HIS 'something else'. I don't remember who pulled away faster, me or him.

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