It's Complicated

It's Complicated

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(WARNING! CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT SUCH AS SWEARING AND RATED R SCENES. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!) "Cat! They're here!" My dad exclaims. I giggle at how nervous he sounds as close my door and make my way down the stairs. My steps come to a compete halt when -what I can only assume as- Zack walkes through the door. To say he's hot would be an insult. He looks taken back when he notices me then quickly hides it with a smirk when he caches me practically drooling over him. "You done checking me out blondie?" He says. "I don't know, are you?" I comeback. Then his smirk turns into a grin as he realizes I cought him too.
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Take a ride with Iris on this beautiful journey, where she learns to live with her past, an hopefully discovers secrets that help her find who she truly is. I sat over the boundary wall thinking all this all by to myself. Sitting on the terrace alone with those thoughts, was the only time I could be myself. Suddenly there was a thud. I was startled but held on firmly. No one is supposed to know I am here, what if they find out.. what will I do.......... I had no answers. With fear I turned around expecting someone familiar, someone who discovered me,my place and waiting for that nagging voice. But what I found was a guy, an unfamiliar face, which brought to me a feeling of relief. But at the same time I felt a strange sensation, feeling I don't know afraid. The guy, clad in yellow shirt and sweatpants, with messy jet black hair, and pretty eyes looking at me with a questionable look. I don't know just what to say. I am feeling I am being interrogated, but how can there be such an effect just with one expression? I mean I should be the one with questions, after all this rather unknown potentially dangerous guy just somehow jumps to my terrace and instead of giving an apology looks at me with those questionable eyes. I wonder who the hell he thinks he... "Ummm... Are u all right miss?"

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