Sweet Peaches

Sweet Peaches

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There is no desire like a peaches warm nectar on a Summers day. He was sweet like that. The scent wafts through the air so gentle but ever so brightly. He was that for me. The aroma takes me back. Back to his sun kissed skin. His body molded hard but soft with to the touch. The juice of this fruit was tart but yet warm. He had a mind of a cowboy and heart of a peach. It was ever so soft and fuzzy. He loved others without a thought. But protected himself from his enemies. Fruit cake they called him. He was never that. What is this strange fruit you ask? Hard. Tart. Soft fuzzy and o so sweet? It was peaches. A man who never gave up on others when everyone else throw him away.
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"Oh," he said, as my back hit the wooden wall. Damn it, of course. With nowhere to go, his arms locked me in between him and the wall. He stared down at me as he said, "So you're trying to piss me off?" His lips were surprisingly close to mine. No guy would ever be this close to me in real life, let alone me being able to handle it; I would've been so timid and afraid. But this was the dream world. I could speak and be as brave as I wanted to. "Yeah, I am," I said. "What are you gonna do about it?" He paused as his eyes looked between the two of mine. Then, he smirked and swiftly closed the gap between our lips. ~~ In a small town in New York, Hazel is your average quiet type. In a school full of clichés, she falls perfectly under the category of "nerd" and has her own little nerdy group of people she loves to hang around. They respect the fact that she's non-verbal. The thing that plagued her, surprisingly, is not her inability and refusal to speak, but her ability to go through anybody and everybody's dreams. This is not something she can control, nor something that's necessarily dangerous. It just happens. One second she's in darkness, the next second she happens to be in someone's dream. But, when she stumbles into a dream of a guy she never knew existed in her grade of 500 students, albeit his popular status, both her worlds get flipped upside down.

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