Predictable

Predictable

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Aug 10, 2013
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Romance
It's a story about how far your heart can take you. Two different people who meet by chance in the most ridiculous way don't even think about what the future could bring .She's the rain and he's the fire.Two opposite souls that seem to mix perfectly together.Well,not that perfect but there's a light in her eyes that makes him remember her and there's something about his smile that makes her world stops every time they meet.There he is, the boy who's not like the others. He's a mystery,a beautiful mystery who makes Aimee,the beauty,to finally be herself in front of other persons and to live differently .She has a strange ability,it is rather a developed empathy that makes her knows humans better than anyone and that's why she hardly trust them,but when it comes to him nothing is predictable.Will their story be another typical American story with happy ending ? Only time can tell.
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"Well then. That's the first time a girl has ever rejected my close proximity," he said, eyes ablaze with a playful fire. "You better get used to it," I retorted as I spun on my heel and headed for the school doors that led to the outside. "I've never met anyone like you before," he called after me, this time, not coming after me. "I know, Romeo. I'm a special little snowflake," I called back, not turning around. "You got the 'little' part right there, Princess!" he shouted after me. I threw up my middle finger back to him and heard him laugh as I exited out the doors rather dramatically. ... I'm tired of all those high school stories about a straight-A girl student with the perfect life who falls for the stereotypical Mr. Bad Boy who wears leather black jackets and only has a soft spot for her. That's not how the real world works, sweetheart. I may look like a damsel, but I'm never in distress. ... Not me making fun of the "she's not like every other girl" trope <3 o.o :)) I like to think I'm funny. After all: #3 in amusement 10/22/22 #1 in banter 10/31/22 #3 in friendship 11/7/22

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