Thinking About You

Thinking About You

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Kenzie Mendes and her brother Shawn moved to LA. They had to get away from their hometown Canada. Their mom dad and sister died in an accident and all they had was each other. Kenzie was in her 10th grade year and she was 17. Shawn went to a music school called Hollywood Arts to work on the music career he had going. He is 18. A\N *(I know he's not) now they wonder what this new town or city whatever it is has in store for them. What can Kenzie expect will it be like home? Will they stay in LA? Who knows?
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I never wanted to leave Shawn, not the first time when I left for California to persue my dream, or the second time when I left after seeing him seemingly so happy with Hailey or even today but somehow it always seemed like the right thing to do, and as Shawn kisses the top of my head softly whilst wrapping his arms tightly around me I feel a darkness drawing in. The way he holds me tighter than he ever has before tells me that he feels it too. Squeezing his fingers which are laced between my own I swing my legs around and sit up on the edge of his couch, I feel him moving behind me as he brings himself up to sit next to me "Mila what is it?" His voice is quiet, like he's asking a question that he already knows the answer to "Today has been surreal" "All of it or just us?" "All of it. It feels like a dream... some parts have been more like a nightmare, but this... us, lying together like this, I couldn't have dreamt it, even in my wildest dreams" He smiles at me and then his eyes drop to his knees "Are you sorry?" I ask the question not wanting to know the answer, if he says that he's sorry for what we've done he will destroy me in a way that I will never recover from, but pressing his lips to mine our foreheads meet as he whispers "I will never ever be sorry for a second I spend with you"

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