L A U G H

L A U G H

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~*~ My body shook as I laughed. ".. O-Oh my god, Laurence, shut up, I'm d-dying...!" I said between laughter. Once I stopped, I stood up. "Well... I'm going to turn in for the night, before you kill me." I smile. He stared at me blankly. "...What's up?" " Laugh." He said with a smile. What....? ~*~ Brysyn Anderson. A 19 year old Freshman in college, beginning her bachelor in the Fine Arts of dance at the Worthington College, and a hard worker. (Or so she says.) She is optimistic and clumsy, and very protective over the people she cares about. Laurence Woods. A young 19 and a half year old male studying the Fine Art of dance as well. He comes off as a jackass, and does things people qualify "Dangerous" and "Idiotic", but dance is a passion he takes seriously. He is very strict when it comes to assignments, and never fails to lead his group to victory. But he also dictates people to do things right, and he always is intimidating to all but his friends. Well.. All except Brysyn. So when you mix them together, it may seem like oil and water. But we can all admit that they'll mix. Somehow.
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"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in one swift motion, he has me on the floor. He's now straddling me with both my hands above me and the knife in his hands, pressed lightly against my throat. This turns me on... "I...I stand corrected." I wheeze in laughter, ignoring the massive pain in my head. "Now can you be a nice guy and turn off the music and help me with this pain please?" "That's all I was waiting for, Doll." He smirks and gets off of me, setting the knife on the counter. I roll over, groaning as I make my way to the living room to lay on the couch. Liam Forte and Jasmine Galvin. Opposite, but similar in many ways. The difference? He's a player. Every school has one, and Liam is the one. Moving in to her house shortly after summer has officially started, Jasmine has to deal with the boy who will leave a permanent mark on her life. Kinda immature, I'm no grown ass woman. SLOWLY EDITING. DON'T SHOOT! Follow up: DONE EDITING. YOU MAY DROP YOUR WEAPONS! Follow up to the follow up: NOT REALLY DONE EDITING, BUT KEEP THE FIRE DOWN! I'M WRITING THE SECOND BOOK (the better one, in my opinion) SO MY TIME IS ATE UP.

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