Parked conversations

Parked conversations

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I remember waking up in a dark room, looking over at the window, and seeing him looking at me, his messy hair, and a hoodie. All I was thinking is, "God he is so fucking perfect, how is he mine." He grabbed me by my hand and pulled me out of bed, me being the lazy person I am, only in a pair of underwear. He kissed my chest, and pulled his hoodie off and put it over me, and grabbed me a pair of sweats off of the floor. "What are we doing, Jack? It's 2 in the morning, you're fucking crazy. You know how much of a dick head Bill is. If he walks in here and I'm not here, he's gonna beat the shit out of me." Jack looked at me in the darkness and grabbed me by the chin. "Babe, if we were ever caught, I wouldn't want to be caught with anyone else but you." My chest dropped. He knew how to get to me. He hopped out the window and as I was getting out, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me out. As we jumped into his car, he looked at me with those deep brown eyes and said, "God, how have I gotten so lucky with you. I am truly blessed." We pulled away and I was staring out the window, when the song came on that always got to me, the song that made me realize I was in love with Jack. I looked over at the unaware boy, and I reached over and kissed him on his cheek. "Where we goin, daddy?" I asked him. He looked over at me and grinned. "We're about to move into the apartment I just bought for ourselves. I moved furniture into it already, I just desperately needed to live with the girl of my dreams." My heart raced and a million thoughts ran through my head. He drove around and parked the car at a park. "You've been the girl of my dreams, you're my high school sweetheart, and I don't want to spend my life with anyone else but you. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I was bound to become a hopeless romantic with you. I swear to the earth, sun, moon, and universe, one day I WILL make you my wife. That's the only way I want to spend my life."
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𝟏𝟖+| I was said to be 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞... 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. I had heard it so much in my life that it had manifested into a truth that remained rock solid in my brain. It consumed every surface of my body and mind like a deadly cancer It had become a promise to myself. A reminder. A standard. It was a rule applied to every person in my life, except him... He was the same as I was; no matter how different our outside identities were. We were cut from the same cloth on the inside. There was no denying that he and I were both broken souls left in a broken world. Both craving an eternal slumber before we met, but his darkness played so well with mine that suddenly it began feeling more like light, warmth, goodness... a happy ending. "...𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲... 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂," --------------------------- Partying. That was the one thing Chandler did best, and everyone in town knew that. But when one of her parties get out of hand and the cops are called, she's in for a rude awakening as she comes face to face with the new guy in town: Officer Herrera. He's wasn't like the usual officers she dealt with, and she finds that out quite quickly as she gets dragged away to jail for the night. They both wish to never see each other again, but there was something stronger than their dislike for each other keeping them together. The stronger their dislike grows, the more attached they become, until the lines become so blurred that they can't tell the difference between hatred and love anymore. They could say they hated each other, but if anything, a small part of them knew it would turn into love. If that love would last once everything was revealed... It was only a matter of time before they found out. ----

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