Someday & Forever
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Last published Tue, Aug 28, 2018
Hey guys! with permission, of course, I am able to re-write the story "Someday & forever". As some of you may know the book was discontinued. I thought this book had a really great concept and it inspired me so much. I asked the author (@Jake__Moriarty369) if I was able to share my own version of this story with all of you and they said yes! I am sooooo excited for this, you guys don't even know!
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"Keith, what's wrong? Don't you like the ocean?" Worry laced the tan boy's voice. "I-I've never been to the ocean before! My mom doesn't..." Keith avoided Lance's gaze, ashamed and embarrassed. He never had the chance to go outside as much as Lance. "Well, that's ok! We'll go in together, oh! And I can show you how to swim! Omg wait, you've never built a sandcastle either! That's another thing we can do! Oh wait, I'm rambling again aren't I, sorry..." Lance ran a hand through his hair smiling sheepishly.
Keith only stares at Lance in disbelief, mouth slightly agape. "What? Is there something on my face?" Lance said wiping his face a couple of times. A smile soon formed into Keith's face as he started to giggle. "Keiiiiiithy, what did I do!?" Lance stomped a pout evident on his face. "Nothing, nothing! It's just that, well-" The boy paused regaining his composure.
"Well, I was just thinking, how could you want to hang out with me! I'm just the boy who's never spent a day outside the house and you're, well, you! Why spend so much time with me?" Keith questioned pushing a strand of raven black hair behind his ear. His voice was more serious now but a smile still plastered his face. There was a brief moment of silence between the two boys, both of them getting lost in each other's eyes.
"Then then let me show you why." Lance reached his hand out towards a confused looking Keith. The pale boy did a double-take, looking down at the hand in front of him and then looking back up at Lance. Slowly, he slid his hand into the others. "Ok"
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