Parks & Cafés

Parks & Cafés

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Inspired by a poem by Bianca Phipps I swear I wasn't looking for you. I was only looking for Personality; Classic Theories and Modern Research by Howard S. Friedman and the other person I forgot the name of at the moment. I wasn't looking for a much needed friend. I wasn't looking for someone to talk to. And I sure wasn't looking for someone to love. When I saw you for the first time my heart didn't flutter. I wasn't taken aback by you charming good looks or free-spirited persona. When I first met you I thought you were strange and annoying. But then again statistics show that 80% of all first impressions are actually false. Statistics also show that 76.6% of all statistics are made up; much like the one about first impressions. BASED UPON TRUE EVENTS
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#1 Teen Fiction | #1 Young Adult | #1 Romance "We all need someone to drive us mad." - The Wombats. He stared arrogantly down at me, a smirk plastered across his face. I sneered up at him with distaste, wanting to wrap my fingers around his neck and strangle that smirk off of him. He brushed my golden hair from my face, his long, slender fingers sparking electricity in my skin, making my knees wobble together. "Will you ever, forgive me?" he whispered huskily, his eyes intently staring into mine. His face was only mere inches from me. I just needed to reach out a little further to kiss him... "Yeah. Over my dead body." I snapped, before throwing my arms out forcefully, shoving my hands into his chest, pushing him from me. -*-*-*- He, is Carter Williams. I, am Lacey Adams. We were once, inseparable. The 'Golden Couple'. The unbreakable best friends, that everybody envied. Nothing could get between us. A part from being tighter than white on rice, we updated our status from friends to being in a relationship, frequently. We were neighbours, which meant our families were all close and even co-owned houses around our town. This, all is, until the day of my sixteenth birthday. Everything changed. The loving relationship we shared, was severed and torn apart. I couldn't hardly stand to look at him any more, without spitting fire that is. Every day is torture being around him. He was in all my classes at school and the window in my room was even directly aligned with his. So, what happens? My mother's mum gets sick, so dad and her fly out. Just them. Leaving me to stay with Carter and his parents, who are never home. We would be alone. In one house. Under the same roof. If I was insane before, I have no idea what I am now. © 2016 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.

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