Daizia D. Billups

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            *(Edited)
            
            *Walker's POV:

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            ker POV:
            
            So many questions...How did she know my FULL name? The most terrifying part is that I have to go to her "Dad's" house. When I told her, she didn't freak like I thought she would; that's good. 
            
            I hope she can find that she is perfect just the way she is.
            
              ''Walker are you ok?" She asked in her sleepy voice. I know she doesn't love her body but I will make sure she does. 
            "Yeah, sorry, I spaced out." I responded, looking at her. She smiled so, I imagined that she said ok (since she went back to sleep again.)
            
             I wonder if he is doing ok... 
            
               Flashback
             
            "Come on Walker, hurry up!" Yelled Rose, looking back at me.
            
              "Ok sis wait up!" --  
            
            *BAM*
            
             I see her life flash before my eyes...my grandfather had his hand through her heart. 
            
            "BIG BROTHER!!!!"  
            
            'You're Next' He said walking away not caring that he had killed his own granddaughter...
            
            (End of flashback)
            
             I can feel the tears running down my eyes. We were finally there at my house...
            
              skip 
            
             I had to change her with my super speed before entering the house. The next thing I know, I am in the car driving a couple of hours towards where /he/ is. 
            
            
             I am so sorry for not updating for a long time I just haven't the inspiration for my writing till now of course
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            (Sorry, still had more...)
              Opening the door, I am slammed into a hard chest, embraced tightly. "I don't care what you look like because you look pretty and thick."  He said looking into my eyes. " Walker, its fat not thick; you know this." He looked hurt but this is how I felt and I can't change that.
            
            "It's thick and you know it." He argued
            "Fat."  
            "Thick." 
            
            I roll my eyes and continued to hug him, mumbling you're wrong...Still forgetting that I'm shirtless. In my relief, he hands me an extra shirt. "Thanksgiving time and with your father. I'm sorry for this but I will be with you the whole time." I nodded my head, relieved of how everything might just turn out.
            
            (Note from editor: Just a tip: Whenever you're wrting something, ANYTHING at all, you have to choose between past tense and present tense. Present tense is using words in a way that's refering to the NOW which is the PRESENT. 
            
            Example: "I'm going now." She proceeds to walk away.
            
            Past tense is when you're words in a way that's refering ot the PAST. 
            
            Example: "I'm going now." She proceeded to walk away.
            
            There's also a Future tense but that's barely used so. If you choose to go present, past, or future, you have to STICK with either one throughout the whole story. If you mix the whole story with all of them, no one's going to know when something happens when you say something happened. 
            (Like this: 
            
            She walked her dog during the raid and spraying her roses with water across the field, all the while she fed the birds.)

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            (Sory for being late on this, just got done finishing my last exam before Monday. Btw, you're writing looks better than it was before. Nice job. )
            
            (Edited)
            
            After that little make-out section, I have been feeling a lot better about myself. Walker hasn't been talking after that though...I'm afraid that he didn't like the kiss. Was I not good enough? Did he just do that for a dare? Ugh, so many unanswered questions...
            
             "Walker, did I do something wrong? With the kiss, I mean...''  I mumbled that last part of the sentence, ''No, sorry I thought the same.'' He responded, surprisingly. Maybe more uneasy than I was.
            
             "Walker...I like you very much and I don't know why and...I can't understand it.'' I said with my eyes closed. I then felt soft lips on my cheek before slowly but surely, dozing off... "You're my little angel. Please, I just hope you can believe me, my little one.'' " I will try Walker Smith,'' I said before falling asleep again feeling lips on my head. 
            
            
            
            (SKIP)
            
            
            
              Every once in a while, I wake up for a short minute to poking on my arm. So this time, I attempt to keep my eyes open a little longer. 
            
            "Grace, It's Thanksgiving! Come on!" I jumped out of my bed, not realizing I was shirtless. "Grace...put on a shirt, NOW...Before I do something I might regret." I nod my head, blushing a lot at what he was referring to. ( AN: I am so tainted) "Am I too fat for you?" I said while tears rolling down my face. I ran to the bathroom with my hands in my eyes. I am probably over exaggerating but it still hurts. I thought he liked me. "Grace! I mean by I don't want to take your innocence away..."

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            She let me kiss her-- wait she LET ME KISS HER. It must be the effect I have on her--oh god, what if she thinks I  am an evil maniac?!
            
             '' Walker, why did you kiss me?'' I  heard her say quietly. ''Um, just go to sleep your tired...'' I said, trying to get her to fall asleep.
            
            How can I tell her why?  I am doomed! Gosh, I wish I can talk to someone...
            “Walker, I want you to tell me. Now.” She said as I looked into her eyes. That’s not Grace...that’s...
            
            'Yes, sweetie, it’s me I would love to tell you but I got to go.”
            
            Dang, I can’t remember her name.
            
             “Walker, why did you kiss me” her eyes are back to normal 
            
             “Cause, I like you, Grace. I really I do.” 
            I said looking into her eyes. “But I am fat and ugly...Why do you like me?” 
            “'I don’t care, thick and fat!' That’s what my mother used to say. "It’s not true and you know that” She declares.  How can I make her believe me?--OH1 I know...
            
              leaned down to her plump kissable lips. “Walker, look out!” Crap, I forgot the car! Dang, I got terrible driving skills. 
            
              “Grace, can I kiss you please?” “Yes, Walker you can.” Inching closer, I feel her soft lips on mine (AN: I don’t know how kissing works bare with me) soft little moans come out her mouth. I wanted more of her; I licked the bottom of her lip, asking for entrance. She denied. I found her butt and squeezed, she gasped I took my chance and put my tongue in hers exploring every inch.
            
              We fought for domain I won she let me explore everything. I groaned as she found my hair and pulled on it. We pulled apart needing to breathe. She took my first ever kiss.
            
             ...I am in love with Grace.

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            (Edited)
            Grace's P.O.V
            Why did Walker kiss me; why did I let him? After that incident, I fell asleep in his car still in a wonder on why he kissed me. Probably just to get that girl away. So he can make fat jokes about me. I shake those stupid thoughts and drift into wonderland.
            
            “Grace, wake up its morning.” Said a person, shaking me slightly. I get this tingly feeling and shot my eyes open.  “Walker, what time is it,?" I said, still trying not to go back to sleep. “7:00,” he said walking over to his dresser, “Here, this is all I got.” He walks up to me with a v-neck shirt, shorts, and boxers. “Thanks, really, you saved me a lot.” I spoke, blushing while walking to the bathroom.
            
            I hear him mutter a sentence, "My little angel" before I walked into the bathroom. Skip ten minutes later and I am getting out the shower, feeling nice and fresh. After putting on his clothes, I exit the bathroom heading for the kitchen. “Is that pancakes?” I asked Walker, who was possibly the cause of the amazing scent. I am practically drooling at this point. “The one and only," Walker said. "Dig in.” 
            
             I didn’t have to think; without a doubt, I sunk my teeth into what felt like heaven in my mouth. “HAHA, you're so cute!” I blushed in embarrassment. Unfortunately, Walker seemed to laugh more at the sight. “Hey come on cheer up.” He says trying to contain his laughter but failed immensely. 
            
            “It’s not that funny,” I said, acting like an angry baby. “Stop laughing!” “I can’t help it, sorry...” He said trying to contain it, in the end, I started laughing to till tears came raining down my eyes.  We Finally stopped and just started watching tv. Ending up cuddling and falling asleep. 
            
            I am going to become a bear hibernating if I don’t stop. I am still wondering where his dad is and why no one knows but me his last name in the school.

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            (Edit)
            
            Walker's P.O.V
            
            I am so glad to have my little angel with me. 
            
            Rubbing her back, I noticed her shoulders lowering, her breathing a lot more relaxed. I'm glad I have that kind of effect on her; I just wish I can tell her...
            
            "Hey Grace, I'm heading to the store to grab a few things, wanna come?" She thinks for a moment before nodding her head. "Meet me downstairs." I retort, sitting up from my spot. I didn't stay long enough to hear what she said though. Entering my car, I scroll through the channels, looking for some of my likings. Lost Boys by Ruth B comes up. By this time, Grace had gotten into the vehicle,
            
            "Nice song; the big bad Walker has a soft side." She teased. I felt my face turn red. I avert my eyes, not replying as I start the engine.
            
            (TimeSkip)
            
            "Finally, we're here." Grace groaned, stretching her arms; a few bones popping. "Yeah. Let's hurry, slowpoke!" I challenged, running towards the market. Turning back--since I noticed she wasn't following me--I saw her speaking with someone. although I couldn't hear the conversation, by the look on Grace's face, it wasn't very pleasant. 
            
            Then  I did something I never thought I would do.
            
            I walked up to her, grabbed her by the wrist, and smashed my lips onto hers. The person, which was a thin girl that appeared as if she had cake on her face, had a look of shock. She scoffed and left us both; we parted seconds later.
            
            "You didn't have to do that, you know..." Grace said, quietly. "I know, but I wanted to," I smiled. After a heap of shopping, I drove us back to my house. To my right, I could hear Grace snoring quietly. It was so cute!
            
            Skip, I don't know, ten to fifteen minutes, I placed in my bedroom and begin to my stuff away. Flopping onto the couch, the image of that kiss shows. I fall asleep during the process, dreaming of what I had in store for tommorow.

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            (Edit)
            
            Considering Walker has been acting strange lately, I constantly kept asking what was up. In return, I kept getting the same 'no' and a scoff. Giving up, I just turned over on the passengers' seat and closed my eyes. Letting the darkness take me.
            
            ...
            
            "Hello my child. Don't be afraid. It's me! Your...--"
            
            AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
            
            "Hey!" I awakened with a jolt, gasping for air. "It's OK, your with me." I hear Walker say again, I barely noticed him when he spoke. Only when he rubbed my back in reassurance. It felt weird but alright, I guess.
            
            Walker's house was just up ahead. I was going to ask but he answered, "Sorry, but I don't want to risk having your dad hurt you again." I just nod my head; he's content with my answer and continues driving.
            
            (TimeSkip)
            
            Opening my eyelids, I realized that I had fallen asleep again. The second thing that I noticed was that I no longer felt the seat of the passengers' nor was I sitting up, but on a warm pillow. 
            
            "Your finally awake, Grace?" I give him a confused look. Once again, he answers, as if reading my mind, "You've been put three days." 
            
            My eyes dilated before jumping off the bed and scurrying to the bathroom. After relieving myself of the pain, I heard a knock. 
            
            "Everything Ok, Grace?" I yell back to Walker, "Yeah, just...need to clean myself up." "Well, your clothes is on the bed " He replies. I thanked him while stripping the icky clothes off my skin. I hopped in the tub, attempting to together everything that has happened.
            
            I will have to thank Walker later for everything he's done for me. I think I am falling for Walker Smith--Haha, I finally remember his last name. Why doesn't everyone else?
            
            "Your an angel little one..." I jumped, startled from my peaceful state. That voice...
            
            
            
            Mom? Is that you?

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            ((Edited. (Note from editor: Wow, your writing looks better! I gotta say it, I'm pretty darn proud of you.))
            
            Grace P.O.V
            
            Glancing back, I couldn't believe what I saw...Walker was crying. "Why? Why would you do this?" He says. Why does he even care? No one does and no one should. "Why not? Nothing matters anymore. So, what's the point?" As I uncover the edge, I hear him say, 
            
            "I care!" I let off a fake laugh, no humor in my voice, "Yeah, sure..." Despite what I said, when I looked into his eyes I saw sadness. Not pity, but sadness. A small amount of regret filled my heart, however it was too late.
            
            I had jumped.
            
            To my dismay, however, I he had caught me. I struggle a little from his grasp trying to get loose but, it was no use. Succumbing to this, Walker pulled me up to thr stairway. 
            
            "Why? Why not let the fatty die?!" I exclaimed, looking into his eyes. Taking my wrists a look of concern was written all over his face. I winced a little as he rolled the sleeves, seeing my marks. "Take off your jacket." He says, no sign of jest in his tone. I did as he said, not bothering to argue. His eyes dilated at the sight of the black and blue bruises. 
            
            "Who did this to you? Tell me!" He ordered, as if my life depended on it. "...My step dad." I mumble, scared of what he might say next. Then, I was pulled to an embrace. He was hugging me! I was frozen, I barely what to do. 
            
            "Grace, don't leave me..." He begs quietly. "I can't make any promises." I said honestly. Hearing this, he sighs and suggests, "Let's go to the nurse." I nod my head as he takes me by the hand along to the nurses office. 
            
            I think he...really does care. Walker, what are you doing to me?

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            (Edited)
            
            I couldn't take it anymore; I just HAD to look for her. Strolling down the hall, I saw her enter the bathroom and waited patiently while leaning against the wall. When she came out, I stood up kinda fast and she bumped into me.  "You okay?" I say immediately. She says she was but, I didn't buy it. I saw red tainted on her sleeves but said nothing about them. 
            
            "Are you sure?" I said again and she only nods. I still don't believe her but let her go on her way. 
            
            Noticing how she didn't move, I glanced behind me, "Eww, the fatty. What are you doing with my boyfriend?" Sam spat harshly. "She has a name, Sam." I intentionally placed venom in my tone. I didn't want her anywhere near this kid, even if it meant I had to deal with "boyfriend" all the time. 
            
            "Ugh, hey are you defending her?" My thoughts go immediately to the letter, however I doge the question and look to the girl Sam was picking at. "Just forget about her." I advised and she nods in understanding. When she begins to walk away, Sam trips her but due to my reflexes, I caught her before she fell. "You alright?" I say to her. She nods again, making me wonder of she was always this distant. Then again, the nonstop bullying has to be taking a toll on this girl. Letting her go, I hear Sam say,
            
            "Babe, why did you defend her?!" She exclaimed, as if it was eprst thong I could have done. I hit a locker in frustration. "I am NOT your babe or your boyfriend. Just GO AWAY." Terrified, she scurried off but she still seemed stubborn glancing back at me. I ran a hand through my hair as I go off to lunch...
            
            Today was nuts. Or better yet, terrible! What am I gonna do about  that girl? I can't just go up and say, "Hey! I know you want to die but...Don't. Let's work together, hand in hand." I want to get close to her.
            
            ...
            
            Oh gosh, what's wrong with me?

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             (Edited (P.S. Next time, press enter every six sentences (which equals a paragraph). When a dialogue comes in, start another paragraph or when another event happens. Just a little tip, you don't have to take it.)

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            (Grace's P.O.V)
            
            After that horrible display, all I hear is, "Why are you still here fatty?" "Just starve to death?" "I'm surprised you can walk now."  "One would like a hideous person like you." Literally, I hear! It wouldn't stop at any occasions...
            
            (Trigger Warnings)
            
            Strolling to the bathroom, with my trusty blade in hand, I began to slowly cut my flesh. Slice...Slice...Slice...I then pull down my sleeves until they weren't noticeable and left. As soon as I made a turn, I hit someone's chest hard, causing me to stumble back. 
            
            "You okay?" I know that voice anywhere...I only give the popular kid a glance but that was it before trying to trod away, "Yeah, sorry."--He stood in front of me, blocking my path, asking again for confirmation,  "Are you sure?" I only nod my head before he reluctantly lets me go. 
            
            The school was getting under my skin. Especially with Sam going around giving her body to every boy in school except Walker. "Eww, the fatty. What are you doing with my boyfriend?" She asked sassily, her and her goons glaring daggers as if looks could kill. 
            
            "She has a name, Sam." Of course, Walker had to intervene in all this.  After all, he was her, 'boyfriend'. "Ugh, why defend her? Would you want some overweight pig over Mrs. Fabulous?" She touched down her thighs up to her chest as if she was some model. Walker rolled his eyes, "Yea, okay, whatever. --" He then turned me saying with a bored yet concerned voice, 
            "Hey, just leave her." Nodding again, I turn my heel to walk away. -- "Oof!"
            
            And she tripped...Waiting for the pain, I opened my eyes to see that I was barely on the ground. I see Walker stare at me asking, "You alright?" I nod hesitantly...Why was this guy helping me? 
            "Great, go on." Without delay, I begin to run down the halls.