Ink And Thistle

(On HIATUS)

He was a man of Shakespeare, sensibilities and sonnets.
She, a storm barely contained.
And she just knew they could never, ever ever be friends.
But April's calculations have almost always been a bit off mark and the lazy gentleman of a boy she met under the willow tree filled her days and nights since then on for years to come, till her own doing parts them.
Now, He hates her, and the other boys from her past are crewing her horizons, loving her and guiding her through the summer of her life.