Stories of Love

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Parts 25
Time 2h 48m

Reads 997
Votes 46
Parts 25
Time 2h 48m

Contains a series of oneshots. One differ from the other.
    
    Part 24 - Stressed Out
    
    "Hello," she barely heard her brother and felt his hands waving in front of her face since she was so entranced to the pettiness of her own mind. "Earth to Jaycee?"
    
    "Yeah, I'm right back down," she mumbled.
    
    "Where were you flying out to?" Andrew asked playfully, and she almost groaned at his decision to make fun of her than letting it go and changing the subject. "Cloud nine?"
    
    She blushed. "I wish."
    
    "Five?" He guessed.
    
    "I'd say around one and a half, 'cause it wasn't good at all," she answered it dejectively, but still being honest.
    
    "Wow, sad," Andrew responded with sympathy. "You gotta stop reading those sappy romance novels and start looking for your own instead, you know. I'm almost worried."
    
    --
    
    Jayce was out, supposedly as the chaperone for her younger twin's date night with the girl's supposedly overprotective older brother, and she's been so stressed out she didn't realize the disaster that was about to come. She should've just believed her guts. And, God, didn't her twelve years experience teach her anything?!
    
    --
    
    "We should probably just watch the movie," he suggested.
    
    "I can't," she replied softly, "I'm too embarassed to be able to focus on anything other than dying out of embarassment."
    
    "Nobody died out of embarassment."
    
    She nodded, but still didn't remove her hands. She countered lamely, "I know, it's just my cloud three."
    
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Contains a series of oneshots. One differ from the other.

Part 24 - Stressed Out

"Hello," she barely heard her brother and felt his hands waving in front of her face since she was so entranced to the pettiness of her own mind. "Earth to Jaycee?"

"Yeah, I'm right back down," she mumbled.

"Where were you flying out to?" Andrew asked playfully, and she almost groaned at his decision to make fun of her than letting it go and changing the subject. "Cloud nine?"

She blushed. "I wish."

"Five?" He guessed.

"I'd say around one and a half, 'cause it wasn't good at all," she answered it dejectively, but still being honest.

"Wow, sad," Andrew responded with sympathy. "You gotta stop reading those sappy romance novels and start looking for your own instead, you know. I'm almost worried."

Jayce was out, supposedly as the chaperone for her younger twin's date night with the girl's supposedly overprotective older brother, and she's been so stressed out she didn't realize the disaster that was about to come. She should've just believed her guts. And, God, didn't her twelve years experience teach her anything?!

"We should probably just watch the movie," he suggested.

"I can't," she replied softly, "I'm too embarassed to be able to focus on anything other than dying out of embarassment."

"Nobody died out of embarassment."

She nodded, but still didn't remove her hands. She countered lamely, "I know, it's just my cloud three."

"You really are something else."

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