"Overall, I can say that I do love him.."<3
"Mmmmm. I missed you." I heard him whisper in my ear.
"Mmmm...No I'm pretty sure I missed you." I manged to whisper back. It felt a little weird saying that too him. I didn't want to be all rude and not say it back, but I just.. I still haven't decided whether I actually wanna go through with this или not.
Granted, I did say that I do Любовь him like Любовь him, Любовь him, but at the same time I Любовь him as my best friend and right now....I think i Любовь him еще as a best friend. I just don't know.
He set me down and gently moved a hair from my face. I could tell that he was gonna go in for the kiss, but I quickly stopped him.
"We need to talk." I tried to not make it too harsh but at the same serious enough for him to stop. But, he was a little turned off by it.
"Whats up Jaz.?" He sounded like the old Matthew. That was a little of a relief because I didn't know how to talk to this new, sweet Matthew.
"Okay. Well.....What exactly is gonna happen between...'us'?" The word "us" just seemed weird to me. he knew exactly what I meant. I could tell he was about to say something but he let it go.
"Well...after the pass few days....It's up to Ты Jaz." I hated that reply because that wasn't an answer! Now I was either can gonna start this whole new relationship или just completely nip it in the bud. No pressure или anything. I did want to be with him. I'm also the biggest non-risk taker Ты will ever meet. So...I just don't know. I Любовь him as my best friend and I am scared of losing him as my best friend if for some reason we don't work out as a couple. Uhhh, come on Jaz.
"Ummm...What do Ты want?"
I saw him try to think of how to say what he wanted to say.
"Jaz, I Любовь you. I have always loved you. Ты know that. Ты are my best friend and it would not matter to me whether Ты stay my best friend или be the girl I marry."
I was kinda taken by surprise by the whole marriage thing.The person you're going to spend the rest of your life with was a pretty big deal. But either way, I knew what I wanted to do. I put my arms around his neck and looked up at his beautiful Энджел face.
"The marriage thing is a little far fetched but,...I would not mind being еще than your best friend." I topped that off with big щенок eyes and a flirty grin.
What stop my сердце first was the glitter in his beautiful brown eyes as I сказал(-а) these words. The секунда was the amazing Kiss he gave me afterwords. For the first time in the whole weekend I felt the spark in the kiss, that longing to want more, To not want to push away. It was the best Kiss yet.
"Yummm." He giggled at me as I took a bite of my burger. Usually I was never wrong about things but Burger Boy burgers being better than Burger King burgers was defiantly something I waved my white flag to.
If Ты are wondering, yes he did take me out. To most girls a burger joint wouldn't exactly be the guy who would support Ты in the end but to me and Matthew, a burger joint was just as good as any other place in the world. It was kinda cute how we sat in one of those booth things and he put his arm around me. We did that cheesy thing and drank one shake out of two straws. It was a pretty good night. I loved every минута with him. He took me Главная and gave me a light Kiss before I walked inside. Overall, I can say I do Любовь him and I'm happy i finally took a risk. Lets just hope it last.
Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts
All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."
"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, Ты should read him!"
The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...
This is a story; my story. I am Damien Cole Demidov. My grandparents are full-blooded Russian. I am twenty-one years old, and I’ve been locked up in an asylum for four years.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
Here I spread the Цвета of my life
They sound like a tune of fife
They always closed me in a dark room
I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom
It's so boring to just see the sky
Today I decided I'll go and fly
Eveyones mind is full of depressions
But mine is full of imaginations
I changed the dark night into shining sequins
And the heap into beautiful fragrance
I don't want Ты to make my hair a mess
Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess
My passion, my obsession, my desire
Don't interfere in between или I'll blow Ты up with flames of fire
They sound like a tune of fife
They always closed me in a dark room
I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom
It's so boring to just see the sky
Today I decided I'll go and fly
Eveyones mind is full of depressions
But mine is full of imaginations
I changed the dark night into shining sequins
And the heap into beautiful fragrance
I don't want Ты to make my hair a mess
Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess
My passion, my obsession, my desire
Don't interfere in between или I'll blow Ты up with flames of fire
