Paint Me a Photograph

Paint Me a Photograph

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This snowball started rolling when a new family took her hiding place. And she was caught trespassing. And she met this guy. Who had the most annoying smirk. And they formed a bond. The most unexpected match. A friendship. Made of paint fights and mountain hikes. And pronunciation arguments. And unnecessary room redecoration. And lemonade debates. Emerald Jane Wynters was the anti-social, trouble maker. James Eli Russell was new around town. They would have bumped into each other eventually, right? o | o | o | o I'm putting this back up because I found it while looking through old stuff and I am a sentimental shit. here's a book from my twelve year old self. [10-28-15]
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Willow's always been known as the good girl with the wealthy parents who could do no wrong. Little do they know that this seemingly perfect girl has some less than perfect secrets; and the fact that she's been sneaking out past curfew every night since the beginning of summer isn't the worst one. Distancing herself from the people at school has become lonely, but everything changes when a group of bad boys that she meets after curfew one night transfer to her school and begin to take an interest in her; one even more than the rest. But will they be able to protect her when events from her past re-surface and begin to get her into more trouble than she ever wanted? ********************** We were a circuit, electricity flowing through us at every connection, every light touch igniting a heat that was exhilarating but dangerous. Like we could catch fire and burn to the ground at any second. "Did you take your own advice? Did you ever forgive yourself?" I whispered, my words evaporating in the heat around us. He moved towards me, trapping me against the car door as his lips traced over my jaw, down to my neck. "This," he whispered, his thumb tracing the waistband of my jeans, making my breathing falter. "Allowing myself to feel this happiness, to feel you...this is me forgiving myself." He kissed me, calming the raging storm in me and igniting a new one. I wasn't sure which would cause more destruction, but I knew only one had pretty blue eyes and a effortless smile that could convince me it was all worth it. It probably was.

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