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  • Parts 2
  • Time 5m
Ongoing, First published Oct 15, 2014
Brent Lawrence has known Dani Brooks since the fourth grade, when he showed up on her doorstep with a bouquet of pink roses on Valentine's Day. But before he could explain that it was a "welcome to the neighborhood" gift, he had them slapped out of his hands. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Dani had screamed. And then Brent had turned around and sprinted back across the street, tripping over his shoelaces in his driveway, and slamming his front door closed, leaving the tattered roses behind, where they still sat, scattered across Dani's front porch, the next morning.

Now, Brent and Dani are sophomores, and they haven't exchanged words since the fourth grade. But when Dani finds pink roses on her doorstep on Valentine's Day, an hour before the Valentine's Dance, four words turn into billions.
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Daniella was a sweet girl. She had lots of friends, the popular boyfriend, and the ideal high school life. Until one day she didn't. Ruined by everything she once loved. She started to loose faith in the word it's self. Thus Dani was born. ~~~~~~~~ "I know you, I know your type. Good girl, always getting what she wants." he smirked and taunted at me. "And the good girl always falls for the bad boy. Do try and not fall in love with me, kay' sweetheart?" "No worries there. You couldn't pay me to love you" I retorted. Becoming bored with this whole conversation. Stepping further into my space, practically pressing himself into my body. "Now why's that?" he asks. "Because love doesn't exist" I can see my answer throws him off guard slightly. The cocky smirk on his face lessening. "Who are you Dani Shey?" the question rhetorical, the desire behind his eyes; all to real.